NovelEnglishChapter 876 Not a Good Man When I arrived at the Huffman residence, Anson was sitting alone on a recliner in the backyard gazebo. He looked lonely.
He immediately perked up when he sawwalk in. "Why are you here, Chlo? Aren't you busy?" "I cto have lunch with you." I smiled, walking over and taking a seat across from him.
He sat up and looked at me, smiling. "That's nice of you, Chlo." "I've been busy and I haven't had a chance to see you. I don't know how you've been feeling. I have to go to the capital tomorrow, so lunch is the best I can do." I reached over to pour him a cup of tea.
"Yeah, I know you're busy. I heard Bourdamun went smoothly." Anson looked at me, aware of my project in Bourdamun.
"Don't even talk about that. I almost didn't make it here to see you. But luckily, everything turned out okay." I sighed, taking a sip of tea.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"What happened?" he asked, sitting up straight and putting down his teacup.
"You know Bourdamun. There's always someone manipulating things behind the scenes. That led to a series of chain reactions. I took over the project, and naturally, someone was unhappy, which led to strouble," I explained.
"Who's causing trouble?" Anson's eyes showed a hint of ferocity.
"It's hard to say for sure right now, but the prsuspect is Liora, pulling strings from the shadows," I said frankly.
"You mean Eugene's daughter?" Anson asked.
"Yeah! Do you know Eugene?" I asked.
Anson sneered dismissively. "He's not a good man!" "People say he's a crook." I chuckled, remarking on his actions. "He's done sunscrupulous things." "He's just a terrible man! He's thrived on scheming against others, and he's been cunning and morally corrupt all his life. He's proficient in all the wrong things. He's never done a good deed in his life," Anson spoke frankly, revealing his strong disapproval of Eugene.
"I didn't expect him to have such a bad reputation. I thought what I heard was biased," I said, surprised.
"He has rectal cancer now. He probably won't last much longer," I informed Anson.
"That's karma His daughter is just like him, and he favors her. As long as it benefits her, she won't let it go I heard she has a record, and she's not a good person either," Anson expressed his dissatisfaction evaluating Liora harshly.
"She's exactly like that. She plotted to take over someone else's company, made an enemy of me, and targetedrepeatedly. This twas no different," I added.
"That woman is really arrogant. She dared challenge you?" Anson was indignant.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Yeah! She's relentless. And she doesn't seem to think much of me," I said with a hint of irony.
Just then, the servants cto tell us that lunch was ready. Anson quickly stood up. "Let's go, Chlo. We can keep talking while we eat." We went to the dining room together. Lunch at the Huffman residence was a good spread, though mostly on the lighter side.
Just as we were about to eat, Atlas walked in confidently. It seemed like he was at hin the Huffman residence.
I was taken aback and smiled as I asked, "Why are you here?" Anson suddenly brightened up and
waved at him. "Atlas, you're here too! You two have incredible timing. can't believe you're both here to keep this old man company for lunch. This meal is more wonderful than anything else I could have had." Atlas looked atand said, "If you're here, I'll be here too, of course."
During the meal, he talked to Anson about Trinity's situation. I listened quietly, and Anson mentioned that there had been no signs of trouble so there had dansan far but they hadn't received any news from her, which made Anson uneasy. Atlas reassured him, "No news is good news! Don't worry too much. My people are monitoring the situation closely. If anything happens, we'll get news immediately."
"Thank you for helping the Huffman family, Atlas!" Anson's words om confirmed my suspicions: It seemed that Atlas really was involved in the affairs of the Huffman and Attwood families. That madea little worried, as I didn't understand why Atlas would be so concerned about the Huffman family, but I figured he must have a reason.
It seemed that they had talked about many things privately over the past few days since I had returned from Bourdamun.
When Anson heard Atlas mention his departure for Bermuda, he asked, "When are you leaving for Bermuda Ashburn X
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