"Director Peterson, long ti no see! Last ti I said I’d treat you to a couple of drinks, but look at my mory," Jesse Rowan tapped his head.
"I know you’ve just returned to the country and must be busy, right? Another day, I’ll treat you."
"How can I accept that..."
Jesse Rowan exchanged pleasantries with the director, his face beaming with smiles.
After the niceties, he brought up Yacob Harry’s matter.
"Director, I will take care of Yacob Harry’s dical bills. Don’t ask anything, I will handle it," Jesse said, "Tell , how much is it per month?"
"Mr. Rowan, what’s going on? Yacob Harry’s dical bills are quite substantial."
"It’s not like I can’t afford it."
"I’m saying, Jesse, you wouldn’t happen to have taken a fancy to his daughter, right? Other than that, I can’t think of any other reason why you would pay for his dical bills."
"Director Peterson, you are wise indeed!"
"Ah, so I was right. Yacob Harry’s dical bills are no small matter, about 300,000 a week; for a month, that’s 1.2 million. For the sake of our acquaintance, let’s give a discount, one million, how about that?"
"Director Peterson, you’re too kind. I’ll take care of the drinks next ti we et, deal, I’ll treat," Jesse patted his chest.
Having finished his instructions, Jesse’s eyes glead brightly.
"Director, could you copy Yacob Harry’s dical diagnosis for ? I’d like to consult so renowned foreign doctors, which could increase his chances of recovery."
"Mr. Rowan really cares about his daughter.
"That’s only right."
Jesse enjoyed chatting with the director thoroughly.
Whether abroad or at ho, Jesse always had good people skills.
He’s generous, willing to spend money, and a smooth talker, making him a star wherever he goes.
After chatting with the director for a while, Jesse put down his phone and drove ho.
Koi Garden.
Joan Harry was sitting on the balcony, wrapped in a blanket, talking on the phone with Cora Jorney.
"Mom, I have my limits, you don’t need to interfere in my matters," Joan Harry’s complexion was not looking good, already pale as paper, now even more so without a hint of color.
"The doctor just told that Mr. Rowan has also paid your dad’s dical bills, I don’t know why you don’t like him. He really cares about you, you decide for yourself. Finding soone who truly likes you isn’t easy, you should cherish him."
"Mom, a playboy like that, you tell he truly likes ?"
"People grow up eventually, he was still in school before, it’s normal for him to like to play."
"Mom, stop ddling in my affairs."
"I can’t control you anymore, you’re not young anymore, think it through yourself. Feelings can be cultivated gradually, don’t treat it as child’s play."
"I don’t want to talk about it anymore," Joan Harry didn’t want to continue the conversation with her mother.
She snapped and threw her phone away.
She had always been a good girl, obedient at ho and at school, never rebellious throughout her upbringing.
This might be the biggest conflict she had with Cora Jorney.
Cora Jorney had been urging her to accept Jesse Rowan, to interact more with Jesse.
Interact?
Joan Harry bit her lips tightly.
"What’s wrong, who upset my princess, hmm?" Jesse Rowan ca in from outside with a playful smile, changed his shoes, and walked straight to the balcony.
He hadn’t approached yet when he first saw Joan Harry’s frowning face.
"Don’t bother ." Joan Harry turned around, threw off the blanket, and headed to the bedroom.
Jesse Rowan extended his hand, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his arms.
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