Upon hearing what Valentina just said, Raymond tilted his head slightly, the corners of his mouth curving into that quiet, cocky smile of his.
"From now on," he said, brushing his fingers lightly over Valentina's forehead, "you're not allowed to argue with me anymore. No more complaints. You'll accept everything I buy and do exactly what I say."
immediately Valentina nodded.
At that moment Raymond walked closer to her and patted her head gently, like she was some obedient kitten. "Good. Very, very good."
Valentina narrowed her eyes but didn't push his hand away. "Wait… Raymond," she asked again, voice a little lower this time.
"Do you really know someone in GSK?"
Immediately Raymond met her gaze with calm assurance. "Yes. And he's good—very good. You'll get what you deserve."
At that moment She let out a small breath, half-relieved, half-anxious. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her dress as she whispered, "Thank God…"
