Now having to give up twenty percent, Stella was certainly incurring a loss, particularly while carrying the burden of a stained reputation.

For Nash to pose such a question at this juncture was a deliberate attempt to unsettle her. Regrettably, she found herself unable to respond at this moment.

She could only maintain her smile. "Mr. York, we need to look at the big picture here. Giving up twenty percent means I'll earn a little less, but it secures you as a major client. However, my bottom line is twenty percent, I can't go any lower."

"Fine," Nash agreed readily.

However, Stella planted seeds of resentment in her heart. "Mr. York, since we've agreed, I'll be hosting a banquet at the Scarlet Leaf Bistro tomorrow night. I hope Mr. York can grace us with your presence." "Okay." At this point, Nash could only agree.

Stella nodded to Nash. "Mr. York, then I'll take my leave."

"Nina, see our guest out," Nash called for Nina.

Though Stella was extremely reluctant, she did not say anything.

Once Nash was out of earshot, Stella confronted Nina directly, "I apologized to you today, but that was only because of Mr. York's face."

She would reclaim the injustice she suffered today!

Nina could not help but smirk, "Miss Jasper, we've already sorted things out earlier. Dwelling on the past won't benefit anyone. Holding onto it will only make things more difficult for you. Plus, I'm by Mr. York's side every day."

Nina's smile did not reach her eyes and was laced with coldness. If Stella wanted to make things difficult for her, she was not going to stand for it.

Stella wanted to cozy up to Nash, but she needed to understand that as long as she was Nash's secretary, her boss would have her back. She should not even think about scheming against her in front of Nash.

With fire burning in her heart, Stella smirked coldly, "Is that so? Nina, I'd like to see how long you can stay by his side!"

After saying this to Nina, Stella turned and left without looking back.

Nina naturally did not bother to watch Stella's departure. She took the elevator back to the CEO's office.

"Come in."

As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, even before she reached her desk, Nash's voice echoed from the CEO's office.

Following that, she walked into the CEO's office in her low-heeled pumps.

At that moment, Nash was seated in his office chair, a burning cigarette held between his fingers.

With narrowed eyes, his gaze fell on her. "Did you bring in an extra twenty percent of profit for me today? Should I thank you properly?"

Nina remained calm. "Mr. York, if you mean it sincerely, you might consider doing it in a way I appreciate."

She did not need to spell out what she wanted. Nash understood.

A hint of cold mockery played at the corners of Nash's lips, knowing that she just could not let it go.

"Does it bother you not being able to say it out loud, huh?"

Faced with Nash's indifference, Nina responded calmly, "Fine, then can you at least refrain from having your friend put on a show in front of me? Surely, that's something you can manage?" When Ben took over her case, she felt a secret sense of relief. But the more she dwelled on it, the more uneasy she became.

She investigated and discovered that Ben was his friend!

"I can't become the city's laughingstock," Nash's voice dripped with coldness.

As he spoke, he seemed profound, his face obscured by the swirling smoke.

At that moment, Nina gave up.

No lawyer in the city would probably take her case.

She could not rely on anyone else.

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