Otherwise, how could she have persuaded Thomas so easily?
She had nothing to fear—she was already a shareholder.
By logic, the more she invested, the better it was for Dexa Group. Naturally, she assumed he would support her.
And he did.
But in return, all he received was a light, airy thank-you.
Ryan smirked to himself and, almost involuntarily, typed a reply:
"Is saying thank you just lip service?"
Natalie quickly responded:
"Of course not. I can transfer a portion of the compensation Dad gave me to your personal account, Mr. Ryan."
Ryan: "…"
Did he look like he needed money?
He couldn't help but laugh at himself. Almost thirty, and here he was, bantering with a young girl.
"No need for that!"
Natalie frowned at her phone, puzzled by Ryan's intentions. Did he mean thank-you wasn't enough, but then refused her offer of money?
He was her boss—she couldn't just ignore his feelings.
Should she buy him a gift instead?
But she didn't know what he liked.
