"Death."
"Death?"
"Yes, severe rejection will only make your heart weaker and weaker, until... death."
Christine Quinn leaned back in the chair, her face slightly pale and lost in thought.
Rebecca Quentin was making a phone call to Howard Geoffrey, her face unable to hide her excitement.
Beep, beep—
The phone connected after just a couple of rings on the other end.
Rebecca Quentin couldn't suppress her joy and impatiently said to Howard Geoffrey on the other line, "Honey, do you remember the good news I told you about before? I want you to come back now, I want to share this..."
Before she could finish her sentence, a sweet and respectful voice came from the other side, "I'm sorry, Ma'am, the President is in a meeting right now and didn't bring his phone..."
Hearing Catherine Swift's voice on the phone, Rebecca Quentin lightly bit her lip and greeted warmly, "Hello, Assistant Swift."
