"What are you doing?"
Waylon's guard went up immediately, "Gavyn, I'm not telling you. I won't give you the chance to mess things up!"
"You've got it wrong; I'm not here to cause trouble."
"What is that? Don't tell me you came here just to join in the fun when you have nothing better to do..."
"I want to collaborate with her," Gavyn's cool voice came through the phone, reaching Waylon's ears. "I happen to be interested in the embroidery market as well. Tell me the place, and we can sit down together to discuss it."
He was rendered speechless.
Waylon chuckled coldly twice. Cooperate?
I don't believe him!
"Even if you could come, do you really think you'd be able to sit down calmly and discuss cooperation? Tell me, Mr. Delacruz, don't you know in your heart what good deeds you've done today?"
Waylon felt a surge of anger when he thought about how Gavyn had mistaken his good intentions for malicious ones.