As she spoke, Celeste stopped looking; at him <b>and </b>turned to leave.
Trevor stepped forward, trying to stop her, but just then, his phone tang
He nced at the caller ID and paused, watching as Celeste got into her car. Then be answered the call. Matthias had intended to stop Trevor when he saw him move toward Celeste, but seeing Trevor give up on his own, he shot him a nce, let out a cold snort, and got inte Celeste’s car.
Matthias hadn’t really caught what Trevor and Celeste had just been talking about. After getting in the car, he asked. “Where did he want you to go?”
Celeste told him about Martha’s uing birthday celebration.
Matthias genuinely hadn’t <b>known </b>about that. The Yoder family and the Fleming family didn’t have particrly close ties, but since Martha’s birthday was being arranged grandly, the Yoder family would probably receive an invitation: He just didn’t visit his family often, so he wasnaware.
After hearing it, he said, “You’re right not to go.” Then he frowned. “Didn’t he already bring Wynn to the Fleming manor to meet the family? He’ll probably take her to the birthday banquet too. If that’s the case, why ask you to attend as well? Wouldn’t it make more sense if you <b>didn’t </b>go?”
Celeste had wondered about that too. But since she no <b>longer </b>cared about Trevor or Wynn, and didn’t expect to have anything to do with Trevor again, she hadn’t thought too deeply about it, even though it seemed strange.
Matthias paused and then added, <b>“</b>Could it be that when he brought Wynn to the Fleming manor, the family didn’t approve of their rtionship? And now he’s banking on the fact that Mrs. Fleming Senior likes <b>and </b>values you–so he’s thinking if you give your blessing, Mrs. Fleming Senior and the others might stop being biased and ept Wynn, letting them be together smoothly?”
Celeste fell silent for a moment. “Maybe.”
Matthias let out a coldugh. “No wonder he’s suddenly willing to humble himself toe looking for you. He sure knows how to calcte things.”
Celeste didn’t <b>respond</b>. She focused on driving
Elsewhere, after chatting briefly, Trevor ended the call.
Jorge hadn’t left. When he saw Trevor put his phone away, be hesitated and asked, “Was that Ms. Locket?”
Trevor gave a faint smile. “Yes.” He slipped his phone into his pocket and looked at him. “Mr. Robinson, do you have agy nster? <b>Want </b>to grab a bite together?”
Jorge paused, nced at Trevor, and then agreed. “Sure.”
More than half an hourter, Trevor and Jorge arrived at a restaurant. Trevor smiled. “Yesterday I heard from Mr. Locket that you agreed to talk about a new project with him in the next few days?”
Jorge immediately realized he was referring to Wynn’s father, Harvey Locket. He had already heard that Trevor paid a lot of attention to the Locket family, but he hadn’t expected Trevor to be this well–informed about their affairs.
He replied coolly, “That’s true.”
Trevor said, “I’m actually quite interested in this project myself. I wonder if you could tell me more about it?”
<b>1/2 </b>
Hearing that, lorge immediately understood that Trevor wasn’t interested in the project itself. He was just worried Jorge might take advantage of the Locket family. Otherwise, Trevor wouldn’t have brought up Harvey first before mentioning the project. If he were truly curious about the business, he would have asked directly about Jorge’s <bpany </b>and the <b>n</b>.
He would take advantage of the Locket family? Jorge gave old chuckle. But he didn’t say that aloud. Instead, he calmly replied, “Sorry, Mr. Fleming. That project is still under wraps for now, so I can’t say much. I hope you’ll understand.”