After saying that, Jorge added, “I have other matters to attend to, Ms. Rodriguez. See you next time.”
Celeste had already sensed that Jorge didn’t seem to like her. Even though he remained polite during their meeting in the reception room<b>, </b>she could still pick up on the subtle indifference in his attitude.
Business was business. She was simply looking for a suitable partner–what mattered to her was her own interests, not necessarily making friends with him<b>. </b>
So, she pretended not to notice <b>his </b>attitude and smiled. “Alright, see you next time.”
Then she instructed Matthias‘ secretary, Candice <b>Arden</b>, “Ms. Arden, <b>please </b>see Mr. <b>Robinson </b><b>out</b>.”
Jorge left.
Downstairs, he spotted a familiar figure. “Ms. Locket?”
Yes, Wynn and Harvey had not left.
Candice had indeed told them to leave, citing “Mr. Yoder is away on a business
“but they had chosen to stay.
They suspected that it was just an excuse–an attempt to avoid meeting them. So, they had been waiting downstairs, hoping to catch him when he came out.
But instead of seeing Matthias, they saw Jorge.
It had been exactly half a month since Wyrin had been injured. Her wound had mostly healed, though notpletely.
Still, she was more or l
less able to resume her normal life.
Last week, Jorge had gone to InnovaTech but hadn’t seen Wynn. When he asked around, he learned that she had been injured.
Her injury had been quite severe, and her time in the hospital hadn’t been easy. As <b>a </b>result, she still looked a little pale and weary.
Seeing her like that, Jorge felt a pang of concern.
However, remembering that she had been injured <b>while </b>trying to save Trevor, he suddenly didn’t know what to
say.
Beside them, Harvey noticed Jorge’s distinguished demeanor and guessed that he wasn’t an ordinary person. He asked, “Wynn, who is this?”
Wynn <b>didn’t </b>miss the flicker of concern in Jorge’s eyes
Her tone was calm. “Jorge Robinson.”
Then, she introduced him to <b>Jorge</b>. “Mr. Robinson, this is my father, <b>Harvey </b>Locket.”
Upon learning that Harvey <b>was </b>Wynn’s father, Jorge greeted him politely, “So, you’re Mr. Locket. A pleasure to meet you.”
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Wynn asked, “Mr. Robinson, did youe to YodaVision to discuss a coboration with Mr. Yoder as well?”
“Yes. And you and Mr. Locket?”
“Yes.” Wynn nodded. “Did you get to meet Mr. Yoder?”
“No, he’s on a business trip.”
Π
Harvey chuckled at that. “So, Mr. Yoder really is on a business trip. I thought he just didn’t want to see us.”
Jorge paused. Noticing that they were still sitting there, he asked, “You weren’t invited upstairs?”
Wynn replied, “No. His secretary told us that he was away and asked us to leave.”
Jorge’s expression darkened.
Wynn noticed and asked, “<b>What’s </b><b>wrong</b>? Is something off?
Jorge said coldly, “Mr. Yoder is indeed away, but the <b>person </b>who met me was Ms. Rodriguez, the one we previously met at InnovaTech.
“She said that since Mr. Yoder was absent, she was handling all matters for YodaVision and could negotiate with me on his behalf.”
Whether Celeste’s im that she represented YodaVision was true or not didn’t matter.
What mattered was that she <b>had </b>received him–but refused to meet Wynn. That was clearly intentional!
Harvey was taken aback.
Wynn also paused for a moment, then responded indifferently, “Is that so?”
Then she turned to Harvey and said, “Since that’s the case, Dad, let’s head back.”
Harvey pursed his lips, displeased with how Celeste had treated them. But since Wynn said so, he could only reply, “Alright.”
Jorge frowned, about to speak, when Celeste came downstairs.
Seeing the three of them, she stopped in her tracks.
Before she could say anything, Wynn’s phone suddenly rang. She picked up the call. “Trevor?”
A smile curved her lips. “You’ve <b>arrived</b>? <b>Alright</b>, I’lle out now.”