"Looks like you’ve lost your nerve, old-tir."
The club manager nearly jumped out of his skin at Sean’s tone that made his knees weak, "Absolutely,Mr. Sean Collins. I’ll take the bla and resign, retire back to the countryside."
"Who said you could leave?"
The manager was at a loss for words.
Sean leaned in closer, a careless smirk playing on his lips, "Next ti soone cos in uninvited, I’ll throw you out the window of this fifth floor myself."
The words were said in jest, but the manager was so terrified he felt a heart attack coming on. He hastily assured Sean it would never happen again.
Sean knocked the gift on the table to the floor without a glance and finished off his drink in one gulp. To persuade Hunter to deliver a gift for her? His sister was proving to be quite a character.
As he stood to leave, the manager quickly said, "Mr. Sean Collins, you’ve forgotten your things."
Sean glanced at the painting the manager picked up from the floor and dismissed it with a flick of his gaze, "Don’t need it."
The manager couldn’t believe it. A personal gift from Mr. Hunter Collins himself, rejected just like that.
Sean exited the VIP room, and a bevy of beauties eyed him, eager to chat him up but lacking the courage. They knew this man was as unpredictable as the devil himself, and even though they harbored the thought, they dared not approach.
His assistant, Steward, saw him leave the club and promptly drove up, respectfully opening the car door for him.
"Mr. Collins."
He was leaving so early today, which wasn’t Sean’s usual style.
His good mood soured by Hunter’s interference, Sean said languidly, "Let’s go sowhere else."
"The Kensing Club?" Steward glanced at him in the rearview mirror, trying to read his expression, then suggested, "Or the Vail Hot Springs?"
It was a hot spring resort Sean had bought years ago, the outdoor spring pool surrounded by beautiful gardens and mountains all year round, with snow-capped peaks visible in the winter.
Both the indoor and outdoor springs offered a great view and were a delight to soak in.
"What’s there to do?" Sean sounded utterly uninterested.
Not wanting to irritate him further, the assistant paused before suggesting, "Shall I take you ho then?"
Perhaps Sean could get so rest. Seeing no response from Sean, Steward drove towards his residence, cautiously reporting, "The man in the basent cracked just a little. He admitted to being
involved in that incident years ago, but he claid ignorance about the main instigator or the real purpose."
"Is that what you call cracking?" Sean scoffed, clearly unimpressed, "Seems like the beating wasn’t tough enough. Find so guys with more muscle to ’entertain’ him properly."
"Yes," Steward had been with Sean for years, but the nonchalant cruelty in his boss’s voice always sent a chill down his spine.
When Sean remained silent, Steward continued, "Also, the old fart on the board said you’re too capricious, turning the whole industry upside down - everyone’s profits depend on your mood. He even
suggested that the cat and mouse ga a while back was all your doing."
"Since when is my business open for discussion? A man on his last legs should be more concerned with saving up for his coffin."
"I agree. A lesson is in order." Steward glanced at the rearview mirror, "I’ll handle it; no trouble to you,Mr. Collins."
"When have I ever been afraid of trouble?"
Right, Steward shrank a little, "One more thing, sir. Mr. and Mrs. Collins have called more than once, asking when you’re coming ho."
Sean hadn’t expected his sister to be persistent enough to have their parents incessantly calling him for the past six months.
Even Hunter, coming all the way to Belloria for business, had made a special trip here for her, hoping to get him to co ho.
"Because you were looking into those," Steward’s words trailed off as he sensed the icy gaze from Sean. He quickly corrected himself, "I an, it wasn’t convenient to discuss with Mr. and Mrs. Collins because of your injuries, plus there are a bunch of things that need your personal touch, so I just told them you’d be back once you wrapped up."
Sean smirked, his sister was clearly a master at playing her cards right. She even managed to get Hunter, the most stubborn mule in the family, to run errands for her. The corners of Sean’s mouth
twitched upwards in a smile, seemingly scornful by the girl’s petty sches.
"Where is she now?"
She??
Steward caught on instantly, replying at once, "She’s got a competition coming up in a couple of days; she should show up."
"Should?" Sean’s voice lifted playfully at the end.
"I believe she’ll definitely make an appearance."
Seeing Sean’s lips curl upward, Steward breathed a silent sigh of relief. Thankfully he hadn’t misspoken, or else he could kiss his holiday goodbye.
Early in the next morning, Rosemary had barely gotten out of bed when she received a ssage from Roo.
"Got to head overseas for a bit, about two days. Will ssage when I get there. Get so rest, no worries."
Just as Rosemary was about to reply, she got another ssage from one of her employees.
[Boss, a royal princess is requesting your services for a custom gown. Are you available? It’s an overseas job, and she insists on you taking her asurents personally. Na the price.]
[When?]
[The sooner, the better. Also, our lab is short on a certain chemical; need to make a run to Belloria as well.]
[Book on the afternoon flight then.]
[You got it!]
Rosemary ssaged Roo to briefly explain the situation, and then headed downstairs for breakfast.
Eight days until New Year’s Eve.
"What in the world is going on here! David and Rose are siblings, yet these rumors make it sound like they’re dating."
"People’s imaginations are too wild. Can’t they just be brother and sister?"
Seeing her parents getting worked up, Rosemary couldn’t help but ask, "What’s going on?"
"Rose, there you are." Louisa quickly put away her phone and served her a bowl of nourishing oatal,
"It’s nothing; just so internet users speculating that you and David are dating. There’s even a bunch rooting for you two."
Rosemary sat down, not understanding why the netizens were heating up the sibling topic again.
"They noticed the gown you wore at your concert was from the sa designer as your brother’s tux."
"That’s right." Rosemary continued her breakfast, stating the facts, "It was indeed a spare gown from David’s collection."
The outfits were all custom-ordered from the sa brand; it wasn’t like she brought her own. However, the netizens probably didn’t know the whole story.
"When you sat down to play the piano, soone noticed you hadn’t changed your shoes, and they were a matching pair with David’s."
Rosemary hadn’t expected such a small detail to be dug up. She looked at the photo Louisa handed her; indeed, when she sat on the piano bench, only a hint of her shoes was visible. She never thought that would be uncovered.
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