The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 163

Yves chuckled. “So, scheming is a kind of charm now?”

Lindsay grinned back. “Maybe? Look at how Lester and Joseph fall all over themselves for Naomi’s games.”

“That’s them. I’m not like those guys.”

“Oh? All men, what’s the difference?”

Yves sighed in resignation. “Well, you’re a woman, just like Naomi and the rest. Are you all the same?”

Lindsay didn’t argue the point. In her previous life, she’d despised mind games, but she knew better now. If she stayed as naive and straightforward as before, she’d end up in just as much trouble—maybe even dead.

Take what happened in the restroom today. She’d used Mrs. Wilson to get at Naomi, plain and simple. And later, when she’d made a point of adding Mrs. Wilson’s contact info, it was all part of her plan to investigate what really happened with the Nelson Group’s collapse.

Just then, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson approached, smiling warmly as they greeted Yves and Lindsay.

“Mr. Quigley, Ms. Nelson,” Mr. Wilson said cheerfully.

Lindsay stood up and greeted them with genuine warmth. “Please, have a seat.”

“No need to be so formal, Ms. Nelson,” Mrs. Wilson said, taking Lindsay’s hand and urging her to sit as well.

Lindsay slid the menu over to Mrs. Wilson. “Mr. Wilson, Mrs. Wilson, what would you like to order?”

“I’m easy—anything is fine. Why don’t you all choose?” Mrs. Wilson replied, passing the menu to Yves. “Mr. Quigley?”

“I think Lindsay should choose,” Yves said, ultimately returning the menu to her.

So the task of ordering fell to Lindsay.

“But the Quigley Group has its own design department, too,” Mr. Wilson pressed. “If you want experience, you could get it there—or at one of their subsidiaries. Either would suit your background better.” He couldn’t help but feel a nagging sense of unease.

Anyone with a bit of sense would pick the Quigley Group over Bloom, if the positions were equal. So why choose Bloom? And with her last name—Nelson—he couldn’t help but suspect a connection to the former president of the Nelson Group. The age matched up, too.

Lindsay replied smoothly, “As a new graduate, I don’t think I’m qualified for a position at Quigley Group just yet. And personally, I really like Bloom.”

Mr. Wilson saw he wasn’t going to get more out of her, so he let the subject drop.

Soon, the waiter arrived with their dishes, and Lindsay opened a bottle of red wine. The four of them toasted, and as the wine flowed, conversation became livelier and everyone relaxed.

Suddenly, Mrs. Wilson turned to Lindsay with a smile. “By the way, your last name—Nelson—is quite unique. There aren’t many Nelsons here in Skyrim. Are you a local?”

The question was casual on the surface, but Lindsay could tell Mrs. Wilson was keen to learn more.