Bert returned her smile. The moment Lucca's figure disappeared beyond the door, the smile on his face vanished, freezing over as if sealed beneath a thick layer of ice.
He took out his phone and dialed a number.
"President? This is Bert."
On the other end, the bank president responded with eager flattery. Bert listened, then let out a soft, polite laugh.
"I have a little gift I'd like to offer you—"
He explained matters calmly and efficiently. When the call ended, Bert hung up in clear satisfaction.
The coldness in his smile deepened.
Killing two birds with one stone—how perfect.
As for that bank president, Bert had long intended to deal with him. The man had once dared to covet Catherine—had even entertained the idea of taking her as his second wife. He deserved to die for that alone.
