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Chapter 85.
Armando’s suit was also bought by her. Every time, she picked out the tie, cuffs, suit, and leather shoes for him, and ironed and matched them carefully.
Day after day, it was really tiring. Her hands had been burned so many times, but when she thought it was for the man she loved most, all that tiredness and pain just turned into sweetness.
It wasn’t until later that she smelled the perfume on him and saw the faint kiss marks on his shirt.
I just never bought him a suit again….
Didn’t want to embarrass myself.
Jovana pressed her lips together and swallowed her dry, bitter throat. In the end, she picked another tie, paid, and left. Then she took a cab to Glory Fencing Club.
Glory Fencing Club.
Armando was a member here, and also an investor.
The manager rushed down anxiously after hearing the news, smiling obsequiously, “Mr. Dunbar, why didn’t you tell me you were coming? I could have welcomed you properly!”
Armando was only gentle when he faced Jovana, and he was always cold and impatient with everyone
else.
He straightened his slightly wrinkled cuff and said coldly, “Take me to room 001.”
After saying that, he started walking toward the main gate.
The manager’s face changed, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. There was a big client in room 001, and he gave strict orders not to be disturbed.
“Mr. Dunbar, Mr. Dunbar…” The manager nervously stood in front of him, stammering, “Room 001 is taken, maybe you-”
Armando shot him a cold look, and the manager was scared out of his wits. Now he didn’t dare offend either side and just felt stuck in the middle.
“You… you, please come in…”
Unable to stand the man’s cold, sharp look, the manager timidly stepped aside.
Armando looked away and walked inside with big steps, then took his private elevator.
Harland just finished talking with the partner, glanced at the time, figured Jovana would need a while to get here, so he started fencing out of boredom.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open from the outside with a bang.
He thought it was Jovana. He turned his head to look at the person at the door and unconsciously raised his eyebrows.
“Here…” it came.
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Before she finished speaking, she stopped abruptly when she met Armando’s shadowy gaze.
His eyes darkened, and a silent, cold anger rose up.
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Armando glanced around carelessly, walked in like he owned the place, and shrugged with a little laugh.
“Mr. Frasier practiced fencing alone? No one kept him company?”
As he spoke, he grabbed a sword from the rack and started playing with it bare-handed. He around really nicely-you could tell he had practiced.
“If you don’t mind, I could practice with you?”
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Suddenly remembering something, he turned back to glance at Harland and said with a smile, “Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Jovana’s husband, Armando, now the CEO of the Dunbar Group. We’ve worked together before.”
A half-smiling, half-mocking tone, but mixed with a hint of sharpness.
How could someone as smart as Harland not catch the hostility and warning in his words, plus a bit of condescending sarcasm?
For some reason, my dignity was hurt.
Harland’s eyes were unusually cold. He narrowed them and looked at him from a distance.
Maybe it was a flaw all men had, he unconsciously sized up Armando-so this was the man Jovana loved? The one she instinctively wanted to rely on?
“Mr. Frasier wasn’t as good as others? Didn’t dare?”
Armando smiled and said, but his eyes were sharp, trying to provoke him on purpose.
As soon as the words were spoken, the atmosphere in the room got tense.
The two were about the same height, just that one was refined and cold, while the other was rebellious and unruly.
Two extremes stood together, like ice and fire, not mixing.
The people around stood still, didn’t even dare to breathe, and were really scared.
Harland smiled a little, showing no emotion. He raised his hand and told everyone in the room to leave.
“Since Mr. Dunbar sincerely invited me, how could I have any reason to refuse?”
Armando narrowed his eyes in the shadows, and in a split second, swung his sword at Harland, looking like he was really going to kill the
Could I not hate?
guy.
If it weren’t for Harland, how would there have been a rift between him and Jovana?
