Chapter 87.
-There was no one in the hallway.
Armando frowned even more.
Did he really overthink it?
Harland walked over coldly, exchanged a look with Rhett, and there was something unfathomable in his dark eyes.
He said coldly, “Mr. Dunbar, I still have other engagements, so I won’t stay any longer.”
“If Mr. Dunbar still wanted to practice fencing, he should get better first and then come back!”
Rudely told someone to leave.
Armando didn’t look good.
He turned back, looking at Harland with deep eyes, “Then I hope Mr. Frasier keeps his word. My people aren’t ones you can just mess with.”
After saying that, he walked away without looking back.
His purpose for coming to see Harland today was already achieved, and he didn’t want to waste another second with this guy.
Harland stared at his back, his face still calm as ever.
But Rhett next to him just felt a chill run up his spine and was all nervous.
“What is it, go ahead.”
Harland suddenly spoke, turned around and put the fencing sword on the rack, then loosened the Windsor knot on his collar.
Rhett was embarrassed, “Mr. Frasier, Ms. Atherton is here, she’s waiting for you in the lounge…”
The words were out.
The room went dead silent again.
He glanced at Harland out of the corner of his eye, and the man seemed to be surrounded by an intense chill.
Yeah, she just got in trouble with her husband, and now she showed up herself. No one could stay calm.
Jovana, it was probably tough… Rhett thought.
Armando left the fencing club in a bad mood.
Normand opened the car door for him and casually asked,”Mr. Dunbar, are we going back to the office or
home now?”
Armando leaned into the back seat, tugged at his tie a little annoyed, thought for a moment, and said, “Go
home.”
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He didn’t know why, but he really wanted to see Jovana now.
The car moved slowly.
Armando looked out the window and happened to see a taxi coming out of Glory Fencing Club in the
rearview mirror.
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At first, he didn’t think much of it, but later he realized that most people going in and out of Glory Fencing Club were either rich or powerful, almost out of reach for ordinary folks, let alone coming here…
Thinking back to when Harland first saw him, it seemed like he wasn’t surprised someone would show
up…
Then who was the person he was waiting for?!
All of a sudden, a thought just popped into my head.
He suddenly opened his eyes and ordered coldly,”Go back to Glory Fencing Club!”
Normand was confused, but he still did it. After crossing the intersection, he took a detour back to Glory Fencing Club.
Meanwhile.
Glory Fencing Club first floor lounge.
Jovana sat on the stool, bored and waiting for someone…
A few minutes later, the door suddenly opened.
Jovana got up instinctively and looked at the door, a polite smile on her lips, “Mr. Lowe?”
Rhett looked a bit awkward. He closed the door, “Sorry, Ms. Atherton, Mr. Frasier had to go back to San Diego for something. If you need anything, just tell me and I’ll let him know.”
Hearing that, a hint of gloom showed in Jovana’s eyes.
After a moment, she thought for a bit and said, “Then when will he be back? I’ll come again in a few days…”
Rhett was really sorry, “There was a problem with a project in San Diego, so Mr. Frasier probably wouldn’t come to Los Angeles anytime soon.”
Jovana was silent for a few seconds, then nodded sadly.
She couldn’t stay in Los Angeles much longer, and it looked like she wouldn’t see Harland again.
I felt pretty bad about it, since he had helped her so much.
But there really was nothing I could do.
Jovana sighed to herself, handed Rhett the gift bag and some documents from the table, and said gently, “This is a little something for Mr. Frasier from me. Could you please give it to him for me?
Thanks.”
Rhett froze for a second, looking troubled, “This…”
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“Take it, it’s just a little something from me.”
“Alright…” Rhett thought for a moment, then still took it. He couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed-Harland finally liked a woman, but she turned out to be married.
The two chatted a bit more. Jovana didn’t bother him anymore and found an excuse to leave.
Mer
Rhett was going upstairs with something in his hands, and Harland was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window smoking.
In my memory, Harland didn’t smoke much. Looks like Armando really got to him today.
