NovelEnglishChapter 262 "I've got something to take care of. Excusefor a moment." With that, Nathaniel hurried after someone and disappeared from the room.
Giselle looked after him, puzzled. She followed Nathaniel's departure with her eyes but saw nothing unusual, so she didn't dwell on it. Instead, her attention drifted to Leonard, who had stuck by her side all evening. Worry crept onto her face.
"That deal with the Forest Team fell through before we even had a chance to discuss it. I thought maybe Lysander and Mr. Whitmore had skind of misunderstanding. I was hoping to help smooth things over at tonight's party, but I didn't expect Mr. Whitmore to be so... difficult." Her voice was tinged with concern.
"Falcon Technologies and The FM Group are in the sindustry. The two companies are bound to cross paths again and again, so if there's any bad blood, it's best to clear the air sooner rather than later." She glanced sideways at Leonard, still silent as ever, and gently probed, "You've been with Lysander for years. You must know what happened between them, right...?" She didn't get to finish before Leonard cut in coldly, "You'll have to ask Mr. Montgomery, Ms. Harvey." He shut her down with a single sentence.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLysander never spoke about what happened seven years ago, and asking him always put him in a foul mood. Giselle had no choice but to investigate on her own.
She'd figured Leonard, loyal to Lysander since high school, would know something. She'd made several attempts to sound him out during hospital visits, but he was a vault-impossible to pry open.
She'd have to think of another way.
As she was lost in thought, a crowd gathered around her. Swere trying to cozy up, others were fishing for details about her relationship with Chairman Montgomery, and a few were bluntly asking why he hadn't shown up tonight.
Lysander's hospitalization had been kept tightly under wraps, so no one was aware. With his recent absence from public events and Leonard-famously tight-lipped-handling all business matters, everyone now turned to Giselle, Lysander's girlfriend, for answers.
With Lysander's personal assistant at her side and her shareholding in the company, no one doubted their relationship.
Speople were even more direct: "Ms. Harvey, when are you and Chairman Montgomery tying the knot? Be sure to invite us to the wedding!" Giselle's eyes sparkled as she smiled, responding to each person with grace. The earlier unease had long since vanished in the glow of attention.
She glanced around the room, but Mila was nowhere to be seen. Without the Forest Team backing her, no one paid her any mind-clearly, she'd made a quick exit. At least she knew when to cut her losses.
The restroom was elegantly minimalist.
Forrest stood at the sink, dispensing soap and carefully scrubbing his long, pale fingers under the running water. His hands looked almost artistic in the gentle stream.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSuddenly, a teasing voice called from the doorway, "So this is where you've been hiding! No wonder I couldn't find you in the crowd. What's the matter, your neat- freak tendencies acting up again?" Forrest ignored the man.
He finished washing, rinsed away the suds, and pulled a paper towel to dry his hands. Only then did he glance up.
Leaning casually against the doorfrwas a man in a violet suit-Roland Lockwood.
"What are you doing here?"
With everything that had happened with The Lockwood Group lately and Roland being knee-deep in cleaning up the mess, Forrest was surprised he had tto show up at the party at all. Roland offered a relaxed smile.
"My idiot brother insisted on coming. He's been through a rough patchin lately, soll figured I'd let him tag along, let him unwind a bit." "But enough about me,"
Roland's tone shifted suddenly. "So? I heard from Miranda Wayne that your sweetheart's moved in with you. How's that going?"
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