###Chapter 513 What You Gain Is What You Lose – Part 1

I sighed. "Thank you, Grace Cross. I'll see you tomorrow and I will treat you to delicious food."

"No." She wondered, "Since you and Jordan are husband and wife, why are you acting like strangers? Did he do something you can't accept? Or do you not love each other at all? Although other couples are not very affectionate, they will not be like you two!"

I curled my lips. "It is nothing. I don't have anything to do with him anymore. I'm divorced."

She is a little grumpy, "Ivelle, let me ask you, Jordan Astley, this kind of a diamond bachelor, why are you pushing him away like this?"

I was a little fed up with her gossip and said, "I just don't like being with him anymore."

I was a little upset. I just didn't wait for her to finish saying, "Grace Cross, I still have something to do. Have a good rest. I'll see you tomorrow."

Then I hung up the phone and sensed a line of sight. I looked up at William Preston and stared at me.

I couldn't help frowning, "Mr. Preston, you're still driving."

He withdrew his eyes and said with indifference, "I am as curious as Grace Cross. You seem to be avoiding Jordan all the time. Because of what?"

I curled my lips. "And may I also know since when does Mr. Preston like to explore other people's privacy so much?"

He shrugged and smiled indifferently. "I am just curious, by the way, after dealing with the project, we are going to the capital. Don't forget our agreement in Venezuela."

I was stupefied for a moment and said, "Got it." He wants Grandma's sandalwood box.

The car was parked at the gate of Green Oasis. It was still early. William Preston took me to the restaurant beside me to have dinner before going up.

A lot of people came to the bidding hall, and it was inevitable to meet some people from the shopping mall, and some people came to greet William Preston.

William Preston asked me to find a quieter place and read the plan book carefully again, at least until I didn't embarrass him.

There was a sitting area behind the hotel. The sunset in the evening. I leaned on a sofa to deal with the bidding case. I am having a terrible headache again. I was in a hurry to bid alone, not to mention that I didn't know much about the overall situation.

"Excuse me, you are Miss Ivelle?" I was slightly stupefied when I heard a voice in my ear.

Looking up, I saw a slightly fat middle-aged man standing in front of me with a briefcase.

I was a little unresponsive. I couldn't help looking at the man and said, "Hello, may I know who are you?"

He laughed abruptly and said, "Miss Ivelle is so forgetful that she forgot me so quickly that we could have met only last night."

Last night?

Hesitated for a moment, looked at him, I suddenly reacted, not from a stupefied way, "You are the king of the game?"

He grinned and said, "Miss Ivelle must remember this time. Don't forget me. How bad it is!"

I smiled, a little embarrassed, got up and shook his hand to apologize, was held down by him.

He set aside, read my plan book, and said with a smile, "Miss Ivelle is here for the bidding meeting."

I nodded and smiled. "May I know if is it the King's Bureau, too?"

Looking at his appearance, he should not have come to watch the hustle and bustle, and last night he and Jordan obviously did not talk things over.

I came here at this time, mostly just for the sake of bidding alone.

He smiled, and when he saw me close the computer, he couldn't help saying, "I don't know where Miss Ivelle is."

"Preston's Real Estate." In response, I couldn't help saying, "Mr. Claud Ziegler, I seem to have heard that you party members can't participate in third-party commercial cooperation."

He smiled and said, "Yes, of course, we cannot participate. This is my wife. A woman who stays at home every day is also making trouble. I just let her go into a company and keep her busy, so I can wake up. I mainly came to see her today. I was meant to accompany her!" he said with a smile, "No, no, no."

This sounds like a good husband who loves his wife.

I smiled and saw that it was getting late. I got up and said, "Mr. Claud Ziegler, the bidding meeting is about to begin. I have to go and prepare first, so I won't bother you."

He got up with a smile, but stood in my way and said, "Miss Ivelle, this bid will still be there. It's rare to see it. Let's just have a chat. It won't waste a lot of time, just a few minutes."

I was stupefied, even if silly also heard the meaning of his words, it turned out that such a big circle, is waiting for it!

"Mr. Claud Ziegler said this politely, but I am just a small staff member. I don't know what Mr. Claud Ziegler is going to say."

He sat back in his chair, smiled at me, and motioned to me to sit down and talk.

I took a seat, looked at him, and kept my manners.

"Miss Ivelle, may I know how much will you get if you won in this project?" He asked but he was not euphemistic at all.

I returned to the table the glass of water that I was about to drink. I smiled politely at him and asked, "Is the King's Bureau concerned about the other people's livelihood?"

With a hearty smile, he said somewhat briskly, "Miss Ivelle, you are really humorous."

I just smiled at him and said nothing more.

He stopped laughing and said, "Miss Ivelle, you might as well say, I think if we have a good conversation, we may become partners for life. How about that?"

I smiled and said, "Or, how about this, Mr. Claud Ziegler, you have to tell me why you care about my percentage, so I can talk to you accordingly, right?"

He folded his lips and smiled a little deeper. "Miss Ivelle, you are really straightforward!"

As he spoke, he pushed a bank card to my side with a smile in his eyes. "There are 200000 dollars in this card. Of course, a woman like you certainly doesn't like the money. This is just my invitation to Miss Ivelle for a tea sometime. As long as Miss Ivelle is around Mr. Astley with a few kind words, and so on to promote the cooperation between me and Mr. Astley, this card will continue to call 500000. Of course, Miss Ivelle can open a number with me, as much as possible."

I was stupefied. My eyes fell on the bank card on the table, squinted slightly, stood on the table, carried my chin, and said, "What Mr. Ziegler really means is that I give up this bid. By the way, tell Mr. Astley that you are a good partner. He can think about it? Is that what I understand?"

"Yes, you see, Miss Ivelle, you really are clever. At first glance, she is a bright and transparent person. She is really liked by so many people. Mr. Astley indeed has a good eye." The smile on his face looked more of a smug.

A fat face with a bit of wretchedness pushed the bank card at me again and motioned me to put it away.

I was not in a hurry to take it, but stood my chin and looked at the bank card in front of me and said faintly, "200000, it's still a lot to count carefully. If I gather up the 500000 behind you, I can make a down payment in A City."