?Chapter 127:
Raymond sighed resignedly. “She left. She asked me to arrange your schedule and talk with her at the educational institution.”
Bryan frowned slightly. After a long silence, he nodded. “She has quite the temper now. Get me the receipt from the educational institution.”
“Mr. Dawson, forgive my impertinence, but I’m genuinely curious as to why you are doing this,” Raymond said hesitantly, for he couldn’t understand Bryan’s intentions toward Eileen.
Bryan arched an eyebrow and looked at Raymond. “Why do you care?”
“I’m just thinking that when Ms. Curtis left, she didn’t do anything to upset you or betray thepany in any way. What you are doing to her now is probably a bit…”
Raymond implied that what Bryan was doing was a bit out of line.
“Yes, she didn’t,” Bryan sneered. “I just want to make things difficult for her because I’m a despicable person. It’s as simple as that.”
Raymond was taken aback by his words.
After a moment, he turned to retrieve the receipt and gave it to Bryan.
In the evening, Eileen went to Denzel’s house to tutor his child.
Seeing Eileen constantly sneezing and coughing loudly, Denzel instructed the servant to bring Eileen a ss of warm water.
“It’s warm outside. Howe you’ve caught a cold?” he asked.
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“Milford poured a bucket of ice water on me yesterday when I went to tutor him,” Eileen exined. “Sorry. I won’t let it affect the ss. Besides, wearing a mask, your child won’t be infected.”
She hadn’t removed her mask since she stepped into the room.
Denzel’s eyes widened before a frown lined his forehead. “That child is uncontroble. I reckon you won’t be able to handle it even if you go there tomorrow. Maybe you should request a day off and rest tomorrow. I’m meeting his sister’s friend at a club tomorrow night. I’ll talk to him. I’m sure he will agree to give you a day off.”
“Thank you, Vance. I already spoke to him and temporarily suspended Milford’s tutoring sessions. We’ll discuss it further when we have the opportunity and then resume the lessons.” Eileen smiled gratefully. Then, she excused herself and went upstairs.
Eileen had nned to apany Bailee to the hospital on Friday evening since Milford’s tutoring session had been suspended.
However, before she could go to the hospital, Raymond called her.
“Ms. Curtis, my boss will be going to Circus Night Club for a business meeting. He wants you toe over and discuss Milford’s tutoring then,” Raymond said.
“Do you usually discuss business over drinks? How can we discuss Milford’s tutoring after drinking? Your boss would be drunk,” Eileen countered. “I’d prefer for him to meet me at the institution.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Raymond said, “The receipt you provided clearly states you will refund the full amount if the student doesn’t show significant improvement within a month.”
A week had passed. Eileen hadn’t been able to teach Milford anything.
“Except in cases of unforeseen circumstances,” Eileen reminded him.
Raymond replied, “That is not stated on the receipt.”
Eileen was taken aback.
It seemed like an obvious threat. Resuming Milford’s study after a year-long suspension was already challenging. Milford would have to fully cooperate with her if they wanted to see noticeable progress within a month.
“Ms. Curtis, my boss will reach the club by eight o’clock. We can conclude the meeting by eleven. You decide if you’re going to meet him before the meeting or after.”
With that, Raymond ended the call.
It seemed like Eileen had to go. However, she was aware of the challenges and decided to be prepared in advance.
She called Denzel to inquire about their evening meeting at the Circus Night Club.
“Yes, the meeting is at the Circus Night Club. We have a reservation for a room on the top floor. Our appointment is at seven, but I’m not sure when the meeting will end. If we have a good time, we might stay there until dawn,” Denzel told Eileen.
Knowing Eileen, they probably thought she would opt to arrive early to discuss Milford’s tutoring before they started drinking.
That was why Raymond had provided her with incorrect timing—an hourter than scheduled—intending to keep her waiting until they finished their business meeting.
Eileen always thought they never took her seriously. However, it was now obvious they were ying with her.
“Can you tell me more about Milford’s sister’s friend?” she asked.
“He’s not from Wist Land,” replied Denzel. “He came here for a project. He is from an influential background. You wouldn’t recognize him even if I told you his name. You must be respectful toward him. I’ll assist you if any issues arise.”
“Okay, thank you.” Eileen ended the call and pondered for a moment. She didn’t recall offending any influential person.
She furrowed her brows. Was the man merely a socialite from the upper echelons who liked to unt his status?
Eileen recalled the man’s figure she had seen. Maybe he was…
Soon, she brushed the thought aside.
That evening, Eileen dropped Bailee at the hospital and arrived at the Circus Night Club at half past six.
The towering building was adorned with neon lights, illuminating the street.
Eileen was dressed in a simple T-shirt and jeans that entuated her long legs. She stepped out of the car and looked around.
Despite Eileen’s simple clothing, her figure was still alluring.
Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail.
Her eyebrows perfectly framed her pretty face. Her crystal-clear eyes reflected the hues of the night lights.
The nightlife in the downtownmenced. A few people were in the club. The staff at the door looked her way.
“Hello, I have an appointment,” Eileen said politely. Although she had never been here before, she had been to simr ces countless times in the past.
Eileen was familiar with the procedure. She mentioned Denzel’s name and the number.
“Would you like to wait for Mr. Vance here? We can’t let you in without a VIP card,” one of the staff members exined, looking conflicted.
“Vance arranged for me to wait in the room as he has an appointment with a client. Unfortunately, he is runningte and forgot to ask him to give me VIP cards. Can you please let me in? I’m sure you are aware of the distinguished status of the guest Mr. Vance is going to meet here tonight. If he fails to arrive and disappoints the guest, it could implicate your reputation,” Eileen said.
Eileen’s experience as Bryan’s assistant enabled her to craft a convincing excuse.
As anticipated, the staff member relented after a moment’s hesitation and let her in.
Eileen walked into the room and looked around.
The room was stacked with bottles of wine, fruits, and snacks.
There was also a billiards table by the window.
She sat down on the sofa and waited.
About ten minutester, she felt a wave of warmth trickling down.
She swiftly sprang up and made her way to the bathroom.
Her menstrual cycle had been irregr since she came to Wist Land.
She quickly used a tampon. Despite her prompt reaction, she had stained her pants.
Fortunately, the dim lighting in the room concealed the stains well; they were barely noticeable.
After temporarily salvaging the situation, she turned to leave.
Just then, the door to the private room swung open. Eileen heard a man’s resonant voice that gradually grew louder.
“Hey, call Denzel,” the man said.
“Yes, Mr. Dawson,” Raymond said as he followed Bryan into the room.
Eileen could only catch a glimpse of the man through the crack in the bathroom door, but she instantly recognized him. It was Bryan.
Her hand froze on the doorknob. She was hesitant to open the door.
She recalled the man’s assistant telling her to call him Mr. Brooks. The assistant must be Raymond Brooks.
The absurd idea that had crossed her mind turned out to be true. Eileen almost couldn’t believe it.
Raymond immediately called Denzel. “Mr. Vance, Mr. Dawson has arrived.”
“I’m sorry. I’m caught in a traffic jam. Please inform Mr. Dawson that I might bete. Ms. Curtis inquired about the time of our appointment. I think she will arrive shortly. Let Mr. Dawson and Curtis discuss the issue of rescheduling the tutoring sessions for Milford first. I’ll be there as soon as I can,’ Denzel said.
ring horns could be heard from outside.
Eileen bit her lip hard until she could taste blood.
She was unable to collect her thoughts now.
Raymond ended the call and said, “Mr. Dawson, Miss Curtis is quite clever.”
Bryan was slumped on the sofa with his arms across his chest.
Suddenly, he tilted his head and nced toward the bathroom with a small smile stretched across his lips.
“She is clever indeed. Wait for Denzel outside,” he instructed Raymond.
“Okay.” Raymond turned and left.
A tense silence filled the room as Eileen hid in the bathroom with her heart in her throat.
She wasn’t contemting how to handle the impending situation.
Instead, a wave of emotion consumed her. She didn’t know how to face Bryan.
All the words she had said a year ago were meant to end their rtionship. She hadn’t expected to see him again.
The door to the private room swung open once more, and the sound of footsteps resounded. “Do you have any specific drink preferences?” the waiter inquired.
“Just a ss of wine,” Bryan responded indifferently.
The waiter opened a bottle of red Bryan had and poured it into a decanter.
Then, he filled Bryan’s ss with wine.
However, he identally knocked over the almost empty wine bottle, causing it to shatter on the carpeted floor with a muffled thud.
The remaining wine in the ss sshed onto Bryan’s shoes and pants.
The waiter grew nervous and dropped the ss he was holding. The drink spilled white on the floor.
The waiter trembled in fright. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Dawson. It was an ident.”
“It’s fine,” Bryan said calmly. “I’ll go to the bathroom and deal with it.”
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