- Chapter180.
- Do I look excited? About what?! His blind date has nothing to do with me! His grandchildren won’t call me Grandma!
- “I’m happy for you, Mr. Jones. Your happiness is important to the company; everyone hopes for your happiness and a successful marriage.”
- I answered professionally.
- Evan closed his laptop.“Wow, that was beautiful. Have you ever worked as an emcee? The more time i spend with you, the more i realize that you are a multi–skilled employee.”
- I felt suffocated by his sarcasm. Forget it. Considering his help this morning and his good qualities, a little sarcasm is bearable.
- I smiled silently. He stood up and left.
- In the elevator, I stood behind him. Suddenly, he let out a pained groan; he was about to fall. Confused, I quickly supported him.“Mr. Jones, are you alright?”
- He lowered his head, the pain as if from a serious wound. He leaned slightly toward me, his eyes deep and heavy.“Did you put poison on the pin?”
- What the hell?
- My mind stopped racing. Then, I chuckled nervously, “Mr. Jones, if you want to avoid the blind date, don’t drag me
- into it.”
- Evan frowned.“Oh, I see; your concern for me is fake.”
- I was silent for two seconds.“…Don’t use me as a shield. If you don’t want to go, tell your mother yourself; I’m leaving
- work.”
- He remained silent until the elevator doors opened. He stood straight and left, letting out a long sigh.“You’re determined to make me go on a blind date.”
- How many times do I have to say it?! It’s your mother! Not me!! Why blame me?! Just because you’re my boss doesn’t mean you can be unreasonable!!
- In the parking garage, Cody was waiting for us. After we got into the car, he asked, “To the apartment?”
- “No, Mr. Jones has a blind date today,” I replied, giving him the restaurant address,
- Cody was stunned. “A blind date?! You’re going with Mr. Jones?!”
- I smiled without answering. Then, I waved.“Drive.”
- Cody drove nervously, stealing glances at the back. Evan closed his eyes, his handsome face radiating an icy aura… like a whore forced to entertain a client, resentful yet compliant.
- I could only sympathize. This morning, I tried to explain to Mr. Wayne; he said it was fine. In the end, Mr. Wayne reported it to his father. Things were going to be problematic. Could he overrule his parents?
- My phone buzzed. It was Sherry, sharing the intercepted conversation with me. She couldn’t wait, could she?
- I put on my earphones and listened to a conversation between Rita and Fiona.
- “This is a protective necklace from Madame Huang; wear it.”
- “It’s ugly; I’m not wearing it.”
- “Be good; wear it at all times, even while sleeping. Otherwise… Matt Geller will come to you.”
- “Mom, what are you talking about? Matt Geller? He’s dead; how can he come to me? As a ghost?”
- “Shh, shh, be quiet! Please, wear it. It will help you marry into the Shaw family; after this, you’ll be happy…”
- Fiona continued to persuade her daughter. Finally, Rita conceded.“Fine, I’ll wear it; you’re so nagging.” She complained, then said mockingly, “Mom, don’t be so superstitious; there are no ghosts. Even if there are, I’m not afraid. I’ll kill him again. Even as a ghost, he’s no match for me.”
- The conversation ended there. So, that boy’s name was Matt Geller. Poor boy; he encountered a demon, and that demon was about to wreak havoc in the Shaw family.
- I replied to Sherry. While I was typing, I noticed Evan had opened his eyes. His brow were furrowed as he looked at
- me.
- “Olivia, Olivia!” Cody reminded me.
- I softly replied, “What, Cody?”
- Cody sighed.“Stop playing with your phone; look… at the scenery outside.”
- I understood immediately, putting away my phone. After a while, I stealthily glanced at the rearview mirror. Evan looked gloomy.
- Ten minutes later, we reached the restaurant. Getting out, I repeated Miss White’s name and their table number to Evan.
- “My memory is like a goldfish; remind me every three seconds; I might get lost without you.” Evan replied flatly.
- I shut up. Fine. After all, you’re my boss.
- I entered a minute later, taking a seat not too far from him. He was already at the table. Across from him sat a woman in a nude–colored dress, with elegant manners, long black hair, appearing dignified and poised. Obviously, she was a well–cared–for rich girl. Vivian had good taste.
- Evan was ordering. He politely asked about her preferences, his every move elegant and poised. Helen’s eyes brightened; she was excited but remained composed.
- After ordering, she initiated conversation. He chatted with her, acting humble, gentle, and polite. Helen felt lightheaded. Her father had insisted on this blind date, but she’d been reluctant to come. She’d found many supposedly well–bred and well–mannered men annoying. This man was different; besides his impeccable looks, he was elegant, well–spoken, gentle, and his every move was graceful.
- She liked him. She felt she was falling for him. She secretly took his photo and sent it to her friends.
- I ordered a lot of food. Worried about the rumors earlier, I hadn’t eaten much at lunch; now, I could eat freely.
- I ate slowly, occasionally glancing at them. Things were progressing well.
- My phone rang; Sherry texted me again. Rita was at the Shaw’s, engaging in more crazy talk.
- Sherry: I think Julian is being threatened; that crazy woman might kill him!
- I didn’t bother commenting. Whether he was threatened, confined, or killed, it was not my business. I wouldn’t feel sorry for him,
- I ate while texting Sherry back, ignoring my role as a strategist.
- Evan glanced at Olivia; she was happily eating pasta and rapidly typing. Her mouth, hands, and eyes were busy. More importantly, she ignored him.
- “Mr. Jones, there’s an art exhibition this Saturday; are you free? Let’s go together,” Helen invited Evan; she couldn’t let go of this man.
