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"Yes, sir," cthe quick reply.
"The guest in Box 07 seems to be the secret owner of the Golden Hotel."
The secret owner of the Golden Hotel? Isn't that someone who's supposed to be in their thirties or forties?
Jackson's handsbrows knitted together. He'd sensed Fiona wasn't just any girl, but he hadn't expected her to
be connected to the Golden Hotel's owner. Given the age, it couldn't possibly be the puppy love he'd imagined.
The last tshe and Nash cto dine with their classmates, even the Golden Hotel manager seemed extra
courteous to her. Jackson's lips curled into a sly smile, entertaining a bold guess. Maybe he'd cracked the
mystery of this girl's identity.
Fiona had once mentioned having an uncle who wasn't very nice, but that sounded more like a stretch than the
truth. She did have an uncle, but he wasn't poor or unkind. It's very likely he's the secret owner of the Golden
Hotel.
Jackson chuckled softly, hung up the phone, and slipped it into his pocket, his chin slightly raised, showcasing his
flawless profile.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAdam, having finished off an entire roast chicken, noticed Jackson's good mood and his knowing expression.
Curious, Adam asked, "Jackson, what's up?"
"Just learned something interesting," Jackson replied with a light smile.
Adam, a bit baffled and studying Jackson's face, suddenly had an idea, "Jackson, you were gone a while. Did you
go see Fiona?"
Jackson gave him a look, sat down, and said nothing.
Adam, still curious about who Fiona was dining with, couldn't help but ask, "So, did you see who it was? Who
could make Fiona ditch us for dinner?"
"Was it a guy? What did he look like? That girl wouldn't really be dating behind our backs, would she?" "Quit your
wild guessing," Jackson said casually. "Fiona and that man aren't in that kind of relationship." If he was right, that
man was the owner of the Golden Hotel, Fiona's uncle.
Meanwhile, in another box, Fiona and Henrik had finished their meal. Henrik drove her back to her apartment.
"Uncle, I'm really fine here. | can take care of myself. But you, having a spat with Auntie, should head back
before it gets worse. You know how girls are, they need a little pampering." en
Fiona sat in the back seat, sipping a fruit tea and chatting with Henrik.
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She always sat in the back because the front seat was reserved for Cecelia. Her dad's back seat was likewise
saved for her mom. m. Ever
since she was little, Fiona quietly took her place in the back,
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"Pampering?" Henrik chuckled. Over the years, hadn't he done enough of that for Cecelia? But this time, she'd
crossed line. Signing up for an international show without a word and being gone for months, she hadn't
considered him at all. That really got under his skin.
"What, you want Auntie to cand pamper you?" Fiona teased with a blink.
"This time, unless your aunt comes and sincerely apologizes, I'm not going back. I'll just stick around here with
you. You're a handful as it is."
Fiona pouted, "Uncle, you're not that tough. One call from Auntie and you'll be rushing back."
"Not this time," Henrik insisted firmly.
No, Uncle, you will. You're about to eat those words.
As if on cue, Henrik's phone rang-
"Wifey's calling, wifey's calling!"
The slightly embarrassing ringtone echoed in the snug car, and everything went silent.
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