To be honest, even though Luke Land used to be indifferent, seeing Asher Land like this still makes him feel quite distressed.
"Brother Asher, you should start preparing now. Golden Era Consortium’s dia conference is in the afternoon, and we need to head over earlier," Irene Morton approached Asher Land and reminded him.
"Are you going too?" Asher Land gave Irene a sideways glance, noticing she held a set of dress in her hand, he had a clear idea in mind.
"What do you an, am I going too? Can’t I accompany you?" Irene snorted, "You won’t lose face by taking along."
Irene wasn’t concerned whether Asher agreed or not; she was determined to attend the conference this ti.
This was a great opportunity to stand by Asher Land’s side and announce she was his woman. How could she let it slip by?
"You don’t have the appropriate status to attend this conference, so..."
"Brother Asher." Irene interrupted Asher before he could finish, "Don’t co up with excuses to block . How do I lack the status to attend? At worst, you can say I’m your assistant."
"Is there such a flamboyantly dressed assistant?" Luke Land sneered.
"You..."
Flamboyant? She calls it sexy, thank you very much?
Judging by Asher Land’s expression, he seed unwilling to take her to the conference. However, Irene naturally had a trick up her sleeve.
She held up the maroon backless dress, carefully examining it, and after a long ti, spoke with an air of regret.
"Might as well take this dress away. I can’t wear it." She handed the dress to the maid.
"Miss Morton, why can’t you wear it? I think this color perfectly complents your complexion, and it would look great on you," the maid remarked in confusion.
"But..." Irene’s gaze fell on Asher Land. "But the injury on my back hasn’t fully healed; how can I wear a backless dress?"
Sure enough, after Irene said this, Asher Land’s eyes showed a mont of hesitation.
Irene smirked triumphantly.
The injury on her back was from recently shielding him from a bullet.
Her only bargaining chip to stay by his side now is the four years she has devoted to him, her goodness to him, truth be told, she wouldn’t mind taking another bullet for him.
Asher Land quietly went upstairs and changed his clothes.
The expensive bespoke suit made his tall and straight figure look even more impressive, coupled with his already extraordinary looks...
Standing there, he was the living embodint of a woman’s desire.
"President Land, it’s almost ti; we should head over," Robert Williams entered the hall and said to Asher Land.
Asher Land responded with a hum and walked steadily forward.
Luke Land followed behind.
Irene remained in place, not moving.
She was already carefully dressed, with exquisite makeup and luxurious attire. What she lacked was his invitation.
Seeing both Land brothers had gone far, the maid looked at Irene, who remained standing, puzzled.
"Miss Morton, aren’t you going to follow them?"
"No." She slightly raised the corners of her mouth, "I want to wait for him to co over and personally invite ."
Inside the car.
Asher Land sat in the back seat, looking towards the hall entrance, a trace of impatience in his eyes.
"Why hasn’t she co over yet?" Luke Land mumbled from the passenger seat, "If she doesn’t hurry, we’ll be late."
Asher Land knew perfectly well what Irene was thinking. Could he et her expectation?
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