Skyler Jones straightened his body, leaving her unable to continue leaning, "This is a public setting, you should know that."
"I don’t mind, so why do you?" Jennifer Douglas smiled beautifully, "Besides, our story has already been published in the newspapers."
"I have told you, she is still the mother of my child." Skyler Jones’s pupils darkened.
"Alright... then, how about spending the night at my place tonight?" Jennifer Douglas whispered in a low voice, deliberately brushing her lips lightly against his earlobe.
He thought he would accept it gladly, but at this mont...
"Not today, snagging the TSOL project today requires quite a bit of effort. Being able to have a drink with you here now is already my limit."
The explanation behind this appeased Jennifer Douglas’s dissatisfaction to so extent, as it at least showed she held a special place in his heart, sparing ti to et her amidst his busy schedule.
Jennifer Douglas understood Skyler Jones’s psychology; he liked smart won, especially those who could challenge him while still retaining feminine awareness. She was confident in mastering this aspect one hundred percent.
"Alright then... contact when you’re free."
Skyler Jones nodded, "I’ll have the driver take you ho first, let’s go!"
He stood up, and together they left the bar one after the other.
Inside the car, a broadcast was playing—
Recently reported, "Oversky" Group secured the contract for the Statue of Liberty restoration project in the USA with a billion-dollar deal...
Skyler Jones’s confident mouth slightly lifted into a smile.
The driver drove the car out of the business hotel, respectfully asking, "Mr. Jones, should we go pick up the madam now?"
Skyler Jones looked down at the watch on his wrist, "Alright."
Although it was earlier than he had planned to pick her up, for so reason, at this mont, he felt a desire to see her.
Skyler Jones leaned back against the seat to rest with his eyes closed.
Suddenly, the driver called out lightly, "Mr. Jones..."
"Hmm?"
"Madam..."
Skyler Jones slowly opened his eyes. Through the windshield, down at the traffic light, a pair of stunning, well-matched man and woman ca into view.
It was Jonathon Gibson and Christine Quinn.
They were waiting at the red light, chatting about so joyful topic.
Skyler Jones’s dark pupils slightly constricted, emitting an almost imperceptible sharp gaze.
"Mr. Jones, should I drive the car over there?" the driver asked.
The danger in his eyes flashed briefly, his tone light, "No need."
"Then... should we head back?"
At this mont, Skyler Jones already had taken out his phone, dialed a string of numbers, and placed the phone to his ear.
At the sa ti.
Jonathon Gibson and Christine Quinn crossed the traffic light together.
Christine Quinn smiled and said, "I really didn’t expect that Hilda is already a mother of two... I’ve always rembered her as a child who never grew up."
"Yeah, ti really flies..."
Faced with Jonathon Gibson’s sigh, Christine Quinn suddenly asked, "Jonathon, why are you still single?"
Jonathon Gibson’s body paused, stopping in the middle of the traffic light.
Christine Quinn looked at him, suddenly noticing a slight anomaly in his eyes.
And just as Jonathon Gibson was about to speak, her phone rang.
"Sorry..."
Christine Quinn took out her phone, and seeing the flashing number on the screen, she sowhat impatiently pressed the answer button, "Hello."
"Where are you?"
On the phone was Skyler Jones’s calm and almost cold low voice.
"I... I’m at ho."
"Good... I’m coming to pick you up now."
"What... wait, didn’t you say you’d pick up at seven?"
"I thought I said before seven."
"But it’s only four in the afternoon..."
With a click, the phone call ended.
"What kind of person is that!"
Unable to resist a curse, Christine Quinn frustratedly put down her phone.
Jonathon Gibson asked, "What’s wrong?"
Christine Quinn pouted, "Sorry, Jonathon, you don’t need to take ho anymore."
"Did Mr. Jones call?"
Christine Quinn nodded, "He said he’s coming to pick up now... I have to accompany him to tonight’s celebration dinner."
Jonathon Gibson laughed, "It’s fine, I know ’Oversky’ has secured the TSOL project."
"I almost forgot, you’re the coordinator for this project... so you’ll be at tonight’s celebration dinner, too?"
"Of course, offering formal congratulations is a social skill every business director must first master."
Christine Quinn was amused by Jonathon Gibson’s words, "Then... see you tonight."
"My car is just over there, are you really sure you don’t need to take you back?"
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