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Chapter 59

Camila’s POV Post

My head began to spin as I stepped into the building. I approached the front desk, carrying the bag containing Roman’s jacket.

“Hello, does Alpha Roman Blackwell work here?”

“You mean Alpha Blackwell? Do you have an appointment with him?” the receptionist asked politely.

Alpha Blackwell? That didn’t sound good. But then again, NEXZONE Group was a huge company. Perhaps Roman had some business here, or maybe he simply worked for the company.

“I’m just here to return something to him,” I explained, holding out the bag. Roman had insisted that I deliver the jacket myself to prove I was serious. I had no idea why handing it over in person mattered so much to him, but I had agreed to do it.

“I’m sorry, Miss Hart. Your name isn’t on the appointment list, so I can’t let you through.”

I shrugged. It wasn’t a big deal. I had made the effort to come, and if they wouldn’t let me see Roman, that wasn’t my fault. “Could you please give this to him, then?”

Just as I stretched my hand to give the bag to the receptionist, the telephone rang. She answered, listened for

a moment, and then hung up.

“Miss Hart, is that right?” she asked, looking at me again. “Our CEO has authorised your visit. You can go up. The elevator is over there, and his office is on the top floor.”

CEO? My heart sank.

Wait. Was Roman the CEO of NEXZONE Group? And was he really Westers?

I had suspected there might be some connection between Roman and this company, especially after discovering that he lived in the same building belonging to them. But I hadn’t been certain. Now, the receptionist’s words had given me another reason to wonder.

If Alpha Roman was indeed Westers, then the night he had supposedly been unable to attend had not been a coincidence. He had shown up himself because he and Westers were the same person!

My stomach tightened. Had he deliberately kept his identity from me just to have some fun at my expense? Worse, had he discovered that I was connected to the Whitmore family?

That was the last thing I wanted. I had worked hard to keep my identity hidden, and I certainly didn’t need Roman Blackwell poking his nose into my private affairs.

I forced myself to calm down, trying to think of what I would say if he questioned me. I couldn’t afford to let my panic give anything away.

“Thank you,” I said, turning towards the elevator. Whatever Roman was up to, I would have to be careful

around him.

The elevator doors opened, and I stepped inside. Several other people followed, including a group of foreigners who appeared to be on an important business visit.

“Monsieur Laurent Moreau, welcome to NEXZONE Group’s office in Ravencrest,” one of the company’s representatives greeted them.

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I moved to one side, keeping the bag with Roman’s jacket close to me. One of the foreign visitors turned to the company representative and spoke in French. “Where is your translator?”

The interpreter accompanying the group translated his question for the NEXZONE staff. The project manager immediately looked uncomfortable. “I’m sorry. There’s been an unexpected problem.”

They had arranged for a translator, but the man had suddenly fallen ill with food poisoning. Unfortunately, their guests had already arrived, and there was no time to find a replacement. Since Monsieur Laufen Moreau had brought his own Interpreter, they had decided to proceed anyway.

After a brief exchange, Monsieur Laurent Moreau spoke again.

“I have a flight to catch in thirty minutes, so let’s get straight to business. We’ve already discussed the contract. If everything is in order, we can sign it now. I’ll also explain a few important terms.

His interpreter quickly relayed the message in English.

I frowned. Something was wrong. I had understood every word Monsieur Laurent said in French but the English translation didn’t accurately reflect his statements. Some details had been altered, particularly the figures and conditions he was discussing.

The more I listened, the more suspicious I became. This wasn’t an innocent mistake. The interpreter was changing the meaning of the agreement, making certain terms sound far more favourable to NEXZONE than they actually were.

Even worse, the documents being presented were entirely in French. Without someone who understood the language, the company’s representatives had no reliable way to verify what they were being asked to sign.

“Monsieur Laurent Moreau, perhaps we should postpone the signing,” one of the NEXZONE representatives suggested cautiously. “We need time to review the documents properly. We can send the signed agreement to you afterward.”

When the interpreter conveyed the response, Monsieur Laurent Moreau, expression hardened. “I don’t have time for that. My schedule is full. We either sign today, or we forget the deal. There are plenty of companies interested in this technology. If NEXZONE isn’t serious about the partnership, we can leave.” He moved toward the door of the elevator.

“Please Monsieur Laurent Moreau. Let’s not rush into anything,” another representative pleaded. “We can sign now. Just give us a moment.”

I could hardly believe what I was seeing. They were prepared to sign a contract they couldn’t properly verify simply because they were afraid of losing the deal. They had reviewed the documents before, and perhaps everything had appeared acceptable at first glance. But that didn’t mean the agreement was safe.

The technology might be valuable, but signing a questionable contract could cost them far more than losing the partnership.

“Wait a minute!” My voice cut through the argument.

Everyone turned towards me. I had been standing quietly at the back, minding my own business while waiting to deliver Roman’s jacket.

One of the company representatives stared at me in surprise.

“And who are you?”

I stepped forward. “There’s a problem with this agreement. What Monsieur Laurent Moreau is saying in

French is not what his interpreter is telling you. There are several discrepancies, especially in the figures and

the conditions of the deal.”

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The man looked at me uncertainly. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

had been learning foreign languages since childhood, and French was one of them. I understood the conversation perfectly. There was no way I could stand there and watch them walk into an obvious trap.

Monsieur Laurent Moreau and his interpreter exchanged uneasy looks.

“I also suspect there may be problems with the written contract,” I continued. “If you’re willing to let examine it, I can show you what I mean.”

The NEXZONE representatives hesitated. I couldn’t blame them. I was a stranger who had suddenly interrupted an important business meeting. Still, after a brief discussion, one of them handed/me the documents.

I scanned the pages, paying close attention to the wording. It didn’t take long to spot the suspicious clauses. “This section, and this one here,” I said, pointing to the relevant passages. “The wording has been manipulated. Some of these terms are deliberately ambiguous, allowing them to be interpreted in more than one way. Someone who isn’t familiar with the language might easily miss the difference.”

I explained the misleading expressions and the subtle changes in meaning, showing them how the clauses could be used against the company later.

The room fell silent. One of the representatives slowly turned towards Monsieur Laurent Moreau, his expression darkening.

“We came to this meeting intending to do honest business with you. Is this how you repay our trust?”

Monsieur Laurent Moreau, looked far from pleased. His interpreter had gone equally quiet.

The representative closed the contract. “NEXZONE Group has no interest in doing business with dishonest partners. This agreement is cancelled. Please leave.”

Mr. Smith’s face tightened with anger. Just then, the elevator door opened. Without another word, he stormed

out with his team.

The tension in the room eased almost immediately. One of the company representatives turned to me, visibly

relieved.

“Thank you. If you hadn’t spoken up, we might have signed that agreement without realising what we were agreeing to.”

I offered a small smile. “It’s nothing. I simply noticed that something wasn’t right.” We all stepped out of the

elevator.

“Which department do you work in?” he asked. “I want to inform your supervisor. You deserve recognition for what you’ve done.”

My smile faltered. “I…”

I was just about to explain that I didn’t work for NEXZONE at all when the elevator doors opened behind me. A woman stepped out in a tailored suit, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. She surveyed the group before fixing her gaze on me.