Chapter 2
Ian Sutton's career was progressing rapidly.
Partnering with my family was like adding wings to a tiger for him.
Even Mr. Sinclair began to sing his praises.
"Daughter, you've really got a good eye. That kid is something else. For a businessman, being able to seize every opportunity is more important than anything."
He went on and on, recounting Ian Sutton's achievements to me.
His calls on the stock market were even more accurate than a Star Trader's.
During the few gold price drops, he acted decisively while even a seasoned veteran like Mr. Sinclair hesitated for a long time. The profits he made were enough to increase his net worth several times over.
And that's not to mention the several emerging industries he invested in.
In every case, when others were pessimistic, he went against popular opinion and poured all his energy into his investments.
He was growing quietly, in places I couldn't see.
But I couldn't bring myself to smile at all.
This kind of behavior would only cause such a huge stir coming from a rising star in the business world.
The old, established families were still watching from the sidelines. After all, a speculator couldn't be considered a proper businessman.
But I had lived with Ian Sutton for decades.
I knew full well he didn't have this kind of ability.
Unless... he had been reborn too...
I remembered the "In the Name of Love" cake he gave me the first time we met. 'If he hadn't been reborn, how would he have known I liked that particular cake?'
For an orphan like him, a few thousand dollars was not a small sum.
Then I remembered his female secretary.
'That face... I feel like I saw it somewhere in my past life.'
Chapter 3
: Partner
Ian Sutton started coming to see me more and more often. He always had a legitimate reason, and each time, he walked away with another investment.
Then one day, Ian Sutton set off a sky full of fireworks just for me.
Beneath the fireworks, he presented me with a carefully chosen bracelet. But along with it, he solemnly produced a contract.
"Miss Sinclair, would you do me the honor of being my business partner?"
I looked at the contract, a little disappointed.
The words tumbled out before I could think. "You create such a romantic moment for a girl, and you pull out a contract instead of a diamond ring?"
He seemed a bit embarrassed, but he quickly masked it. Looking at me earnestly, he said, "I just want to wait until I've made a name for myself before I propose to the woman I love."
I looked into his sparkling eyes, and all I saw was sincerity.
So, I agreed.
I thought we had a silent understanding. I thought that once he made his mark on the world, he would come to me with an open heart and ask me to marry him.
"Miss Sinclair, I won't let you down."
He whispered in my ear, and I couldn't help but shiver. My eyes traced the line from his brow to the corner of his lips, and with every glance, my heart skipped a beat.
We went from collaborating companies to business partners, and we were practically inseparable.
But business always came before pleasure, so I never bothered him while he was working.
Yet, every day, I would find all sorts of snacks he'd left for me at my desk.
If it rained, he would be the first one there to pick me up.
At parties, he would intercept any drinks offered to me.
He always kept a change of clothes for me in his car.
All these little ambiguous moments made every glance, every word of concern from him, feel incredibly sweet.
One of our employees even posted about our daily interactions online.
The caption read: "It's true! The 'will-they-won't-they' phase is the sweetest!"
I quietly liked the post.
Soon after, Ian Sutton popped up in the comments: "It's working hours. Get back to it."
The next day, the employee posted a picture of the bonus their boss had sent them.
The internet was filled with envious comments.
Rumors began to spread in our circles that I was taking Ian Sutton under my wing.
Some even teased me, saying I was grooming a boy-toy husband for myself.
Ian Sutton never denied the rumors, but he never confirmed them either.