Justin Hawthorne pouted, "Alright then!"
Mason Cross took Justin’s hand and greeted Laura Quincy, "Then we’ll be off first."
Laura Quincy nodded, watched them leave, then pulled her luggage and Little Kim to another exit.
All the way, Little Kim kept chattering, "Laura, if I’m not mistaken, your family and the little lad’s family are old friends, right? That’s why you call each other siblings?"
Laura barely lifted the corners of her mouth, as if responding yet not quite; indeed, what a lively character...
They went to the airport to pick up a client, then accompanied him to afternoon tea. Afterward, they needed to arrange the evening dinner, which was the most important task for Laura and Little Kim.
"Laura, Mr. Byron is very ticulous and has high standards for translators, so you need to be careful later. Our main goal is to ensure Mr. Byron has a smooth trip. If he’s pleased, the minister will reward us with lots of bonuses!"
As a seasoned employee, Little Kim kindly reminded her.
Laura nodded, "Little Kim, thank you."
Little Kim shyly smiled, "Oh co on! We’re work partners, it’s only right for a veteran to give you so friendly heads-up."
Laura chuckled with a smile. Although they’d only known each other for a few days, she could already see Little Kim’s straightforward and carefree nature. To still be so candid after being in the social whirlpool for so long was no easy feat.
"Then I must not let your advice down; getting that bonus is what’s most important!"
"Hehe... Absolutely!"
Laura initially thought Mr. Byron would only be talking business with one or two people, but upon arriving at the luxurious private room at The Serenity Hotel, she realized there would be many people tonight...
Unfortunately, since Little Kim wasn’t a translator, he couldn’t attend the dinner, leaving her to dine with a table full of strangers, how awkward!
As the guests arrived and took their seats, Laura’s pressure grew imnse...
Oh dear God!
Can anyone explain why that jerk Jason Hawthorne is here too?
He not only arrived last but also received a standing welco from everyone, who greeted him with humility, "Fourth Young Master."
Jason Hawthorne maintained a neutral expression but when his gaze swept over Laura, a aningful look fleetingly crossed his eyes and then disappeared.
Even Laura felt the man’s gaze on her was intense. But by the ti she looked up, Jason Hawthorne’s eyes had already returned to their usual indifferent calmness.
No warmth at all, just as unperturbed as a deep water well...
But she knew that’s not how he truly was when facing her!
From the mont he entered, Laura’s heart was drumming with anxiety; on the contrary, Jason Hawthorne seed leisurely and self-satisfied.
Originally, he hadn’t planned on coming tonight, but after Mason Cross sent Twinkle ho, he reported to him, "The young master said, Miss Quincy has work to discuss at The Serenity Hotel tonight. Just yesterday morning, Mr. Martin Sterling personally called to invite you to this evening’s dinner."
Mason Cross bowed and spoke right to the point.
Jason Hawthorne raised an eyebrow slightly, "Are you sure it’s the sa dinner?"
Mason Cross nodded, "I’ve confird it’s the sa dinner."
Jason Hawthorne tapped his fingers on the table gently, "I already declined yesterday."
Mason Cross nodded, "Yes, but if you agree to go now, I’m sure Mr. Martin Sterling will find it a huge surprise."
Every word hit the nail on the head. Jason Hawthorne’s lips curved slightly, "Hmm, let him know."
Mason Cross responded and left.
He always understood the boss’s thoughts best. That’s why he could stay with "Tiger" for so long.
"Fourth Young Master, are you interested in investing in the oil industry in Kharzan? I have a pretty good proposal here; would you like to take a look?"
Mr. Byron said humbly. Originally, he’d been notified that Fourth Young Master wouldn’t be attending tonight’s dinner, but then...
Sitting behind him, Laura felt a bit embarrassed, but as a professional, she translated it flawlessly into Chinese.
Then, she politely looked at Jason Hawthorne, waiting for his response.
Jason Hawthorne looked at her with an intention all his own, his eyes like deep pools trying to see through her, and that look held a naked... invasion...
Laura cursed inwardly: Damn bastard! Is he trying to make everyone speculate about their relationship? Wouldn’t it be better to pretend not to know each other at such a venue?
For a mont, everyone at the table held their breath, awaiting Fourth Young Master’s response.
Jason Hawthorne composed himself, casually raised his teacup, and took a light sip, "If Mr. Byron’s proposal intrigues , I don’t mind investing in another project."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Byron eagerly looked to Laura, waiting for her translation.
Laura was caught a little off guard by his gaze...
Paused for a mont, then translated it verbatim.
Mr. Byron was instantly overjoyed and went on rambling a bunch of stuff, basically about willing to present his proposal and so on...
And others at the table could only watch with envy.
As the host of tonight’s dinner, Mr. Martin Sterling was left wondering when Fourth Young Master beca so agreeable?
What they didn’t know was, Mr. Byron’s luck tonight was purely because Laura was his translator, and Jason Hawthorne purely wanted more eye contact with her...
Seduction in broad daylight, only Jason Hawthorne had the skill and audacity for this.
As the ssenger, Laura felt extrely awkward, but fortunately, the conversation ended once the dinner started...
During the al, Jason Hawthorne suddenly turned the topic towards her, "Mr. Byron’s translator is quite good! Looks pretty and has standard pronunciation..."
Hearing such "praise," Laura Quincy felt a strong urge to punch Jason Hawthorne, what a bastard! What was he trying to do?
Why bring her up out of nowhere?
Everyone present were seasoned business veterans, and upon hearing this, they noticed the unusual way Fourth Young Master Hawthorne looked at Laura Quincy, which made their expressions sowhat ambiguous...
Mr. Byron, not understanding Chinese, naturally turned his gaze to Laura Quincy, who was so embarrassed that her face turned beet red. How was she supposed to translate such complints about herself?
Damn bastard!
He was definitely doing it on purpose!
Martin Sterling, with a smile, helped Laura Quincy by translating with his unskilled Arabic. He and Mr. Byron were always on good terms, so he knew so basic Arabic...
Mr. Byron, after hearing, imdiately showed an expression of sudden realization and repeatedly praised, "Miss Quincy is indeed very beautiful! And her professional ability is excellent!"
Even though he spoke in Arabic, Jason Hawthorne could also tell what he was saying from his expression.
But he still looked at Laura Quincy and seriously said, "Miss Quincy, could you please translate that?"
Laura Quincy: "..."
She really wanted to pick up the cup in front of her and throw it at him...
But it was useless, she had to endure it.
Otherwise, Little Kim’s anticipated bonus would definitely be gone...
She took a deep breath, telling herself this was work, don’t stoop to the level of that bastard Jason Hawthorne.
Then she smiled and stood up, "Sorry, I need to go to the restroom for a mont."
Then, without looking back, she picked up her bag and left.
What she didn’t know was that Jason Hawthorne’s gaze followed her retreating figure, a scene witnessed by everyone else present.
In the restroom.
Laura Quincy washed her hands with cold water, then patted her face. She didn’t know whether it was because the private room was too hot or sothing else, but her cheeks felt particularly red...
What the hell!
Coming back and imdiately running into Jason Hawthorne, and at a business dinner...
This must be what they an by enemies eting on a narrow road!
She didn’t want to return to the room so soon. She wasn’t interested in their conversation topics, and the air inside was stuffy and oppressive...
Five minutes later, just as she reached a corner, soone grabbed her.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
Jason Hawthorne, dragging her along in quick strides, ignored her altogether. Not until they reached a nearby small balcony and closed the door behind them were they alone.
Laura Quincy brushed off his hand irritably, "Jason Hawthorne, don’t push your luck!"
Jason Hawthorne stared at her with burning eyes, a gloominess hidden within, "Is your new job traveling around the world with different n?"
That statent was so ambiguous...
Laura Quincy shot him a cold look, "What’s it to do with you?"
Damn! What does he an traveling around the world with different n? Anything that cos out of a bastard’s mouth sounds awful! A decent translation job was made to sound like...
Jason Hawthorne, angered by her retort, felt a surge of fury boiling in his chest, as if it could engulf him at any mont...
"You are the mother of my son, don’t you think this concerns ?"
Laura Quincy replied in a chilling tone, "That only concerns your son, please don’t delude yourself by making random connections!"
"Also, a good dog doesn’t block the way!"
Jason Hawthorne’s expression was so dark it looked like water could drip from it, and the surrounding air pressure suddenly dropped a few degrees, accompanied by the chilly night breeze on the balcony, it could send shivers down anyone’s spine...
Laura Quincy, although she felt his powerful aura, was not very afraid. After all, The Demon King had given her deadly stares more than once or twice...
She had grown accustod to it...
"Move! I’m leaving!"
Laura Quincy couldn’t be bothered to argue with him longer, sidestepping him as she prepared to leave. The sooner tonight’s dinner was over, the better!
Jason Hawthorne, with a gloomy face, held her back, speaking unintended words, "Are you really that eager to return to that room full of n?"
The more he spoke, the more outrageous it got!
Laura Quincy scoffed coldly, "It’s part of my job, what right do you have to criticize ?"
The anger in Jason Hawthorne’s eyes grew even more, and without thinking, he bent down to kiss Laura Quincy on her cherry lips, sothing he’d wanted to do for a long ti...
Until now, since Laura Quincy was angry with him, he didn’t dare act rashly; now his rage had clouded his judgnt completely.
Recklessly...
Feeling her mouth sealed off made Laura Quincy even angrier, damn bastard! Who did he think she was?
Laura Quincy wiped her mouth with disdain, then spat into a nearby trash can, "Getting bitten by a pig."
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