Caged By My Devil Uncle

Chris’ Point of View

After that, he had put his coat on, and I had gotten up at the same moment as him. His clothing was all dressed, and I had not yet discovered where my clothes had gone. Sure enough, I was proving to be too ineffective. I snatched up a skirt randomly and threw it on before sprinting out the door.

“Can you tell me where the contract is?”

“Here.” Kenneth handed the contract to me.

I thoroughly examined each and every phrase. It’s odd that I haven’t explored the specifics of the situation with Kenneth yet. Why does this contract have precisely the same terms and conditions as Wendy’s prior requirements?

“It is possible to make changes if there is any discontent. In any case, this one has been prepared, and it will become an official contract when it has been revised.”

The way I look at Kenneth has altered for the time being. “Uncle, you did a big favor to me.”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Kenneth has taken care of the main contract issue for me, hasn’t he?

Kenneth snatched me from under my feet and I dashed out the door without even zipping my back. Then he zipped me up again before saying, “I saw the notepad you brought.”

I flipped up my work notebook, which was sitting on my desk, and quickly jotted down all of the criteria Wendy had stated earlier. But it is not clearly written on it, and many of the notes are only approximate estimates of what is there.

“Even after reading the notes, how can you possibly comprehend something that is that detailed? Almost precisely the same as my colleague’s request.”

Kenneth made a motion with his head. “Because I’m in possession of this.”

The inference is that I don’t have a brain, and I’m not going to accept that.

“You’re still a little idiot, and you have a lot to learn.” He sat me on his lap and gently gave me an analysis.

“The contract is the thing that I come into touch with the most. I have taken part in both Party A and Party B, thus I am familiar with the requirements of both parties. Your boss has urged you to work hard for the benefit of the firm as much as possible. It is simply necessary for me to put myself in the shoes of your firm and combine the size of your company in order to draft this contract.”

“Uncle, my love for you is like a never-ending torrent pouring…” I see that his eyes have altered, “…

Kenneth’s point of view

I’m aware of this phrase. She enjoys sending it every time she participates in the mobile game with me.

“Do you think other firms would obtain similar contracts if it weren’t for you?” I muttered in her ear as I bent over her earlobe. “If it weren’t for you,” I said.

I am well-known in the market for being harsh and brutal, and no one has ever managed to win me over during a contract negotiation.

The Wilson Group will benefit from this arrangement, as shown by the contract’s terms. If it hadn’t been for Chris’s sake, I wouldn’t have consented to anything.

Chris’ Point of View

Wendy also said that when she informed Chris of the pact, he mentioned that this was the figure we had been negotiating.

A contract cannot be negotiated in three or two phrases, particularly in the case of a large-scale collaboration of this kind.

It is necessary for the opposite side to compress the conditions. I haven’t figured out how to communicate with Kenneth about it yet.

Who knows that he didn’t talk about anything with me, and drew it up directly at the request of the Wilson Group.

“Uncle, you are under no obligation to do anything. We may have as much or as little conversation as you desire. This is the area of mutual interest between your two businesses. Business is business, and you are not required to make any concessions.”

My subconscious wished to provide a bit more assistance to Kenneth, believing that he had suffered.

Kenneth laughed a little “When you want to speak about collaboration, it’s hard to do business in a fair manner between us. You are aware that I almost never collaborate with the Wilson Group; but, this time is an exception because you, Chris, you’re an exception. You and I seldom discuss our common interests.”

The more he behaves in this manner, the more nervous I am. “Uncle, please don’t be too kind to me, since I am terrified…”

“Is there anything wrong with me that I’m being so kind to you? What do you have to be frightened of while you’re with me?”

I buried my head in his arms because I was frightened that I might damage him one day in some way.

Such an Uncle, who cares deeply about me, is able to set his own interests aside to do what is best for me. He’s doing good, in fact, he’s doing fantastic.

However, the better he becomes, the more I battle with my emotions. It is Warren’s words that have been entangled with Kenneth’s remarks.

My emotions are all over the place. Each and every time Kenneth shows kindness to me, I feel compelled to quit everything and follow him.

I don’t have the bravery after I’ve regained my composure. What a price I’ll have to pay, as Warren pointed out.

Kenneth is the one I’m concerned about, and the outcome will be detrimental to him. This is something I really don’t want to do.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?”

“Uncle, I’m becoming hungry.” I shifted the conversation to a different topic.

“I’ve just finished my workout. You have a craving for something to eat. What do you want to eat later in the evening?” Kenneth inquired in hushed tones.

My heart is in a state of terror, when I was meeting his compassionate gaze.