Captivation: Want Nothing But You
Chapter 1722

Dewey couldnt help but frown and had the urge to speak, but Rachel didnt complain.

If he spoke out, it might seem like he was interfering in her affairs.

Rachel, absorbed in her data, didnt notice the change in Deweys demeanor or wonder why he had suddenly gone quiet.

She concentrated on her tasks, occasionally copying and pasting data.

You got bullied? Alberto turned his head and asked her.

The keyboards rhythmic tapping stopped abruptly.

..

Library Rachel looked up at Alberto and staying quiet momentarily, then answered, No.

Albertos deep gaze locked onto her for a moment, but soon he shifted his eyes away.

If you face any issues, just let Dewey know.

Hell assist you in solving them.

Really? Im currently facing quite a tough problem.

Rachel paused, slightly taken aback by Albertos response.

She hadnt anticipated such support from him.

It left her wondering whether he would truly advocate for her and set aside his long-established hierarchical relationship with Klein if she were to report Kleins actions to him.

However, Rachel wasnt the type of child who would cry for candy, so she wouldnt consider reporting.

What is it? he inquired.

Rachel turned her laptop towards Alberto.

Im struggling to grasp this data formula.

Can you help me make sense of it, Mr.

Gibson? Alberto looked at her, his expression deepening.

He had expected her to complain and plead grievances before him, yet she hadnt shown such intentions.

Even when he hinted that he could be her support, she remained composed.

Albertos heart felt a little less tight as he lowered his long lashes, cast his eyes away from her, and focused on the data she had pointed out.

At that moment, a strange feeling of hesitance surged within him.

He was reluctant to let her leave like that.

Yet, their lingering bitterness remained a formidable barrier.

As time ticked by, the clock was racing towards half-past two, leaving only less than thirty minutes before the meeting was scheduled to start.

Klein, Shayla, and Barnett entered the conference room, which had been meticulously set up ahead of time.

They had done their preparation.

Barnett connected his laptop to the projector screen and reviewed the presentation materials.

He then gave Klein, who was deeply engaged in last-minute preparations, a glance and exchanged a look with Shayla.

Shayla seemed to sense something and looked up, locking eyes with Barnett.

The two of them silently communicated, and a moment later, Shayla turned her gaze to Klein and inquired cautiously, Klein, is it really okay for us to proceed like this? Klein stopped typing and eyed her skeptically.