NovelEnglishIndeed, Jeremiah couldn't resist my assertive demeanor. He looked displeased, saying, "Mr. Martin Terrell, of course." I scoffed and asked, "Do I know that person? Why would he extend an invitation to me? Mr. Jeremiah, you know I don't attend random gatherings, right? There must be a reason for the invitation. Your cousin Chad knows it, too." My attitude left Jeremiah at a loss as he glanced at me. “Ms. Chloe, I suggest you think twice before making a regretful decision." I frowned at his words and retorted, "Are you threatening me?" I knew he was merely Martin's middle-man. Jeremiah would fail if he couldn't secure my attendance. As expected, he becapprehensive toward my displeasure. "Ms. Chloe, please don't misunderstand me.
"Mr. Marting doesn't invite just anyone for a meal. If anyone else wishes to dine with him, they must have the right connections. He's doing more than enough by taking the initiative, so I advise you not to be unappreciative." I raised a brow and offered him a chance to convince me, "How arrogant of him. You should know I don't succumb to such tactics. So, what's his reason for invitingfor a meal?" "He..." Jeremiah paused before continuing, "You'll know once you meet him. It'll work to your advantage, Ms. Chloe." "You should leave." I noticed Jeremiah refused to reveal anything more. I pretended to close the door, and he stopped it. He said with a resigned tone, "It's to discuss the project." I feigned ignorance, asking, "What project? I'm not here to collaborate with others this time. Sorry about that." Irritated, Jeremiah clicked his tongue. I knew he was cursingunder his breath.
He felt compelled to clarify, "It's about the project you wanted to finalize today." I smiled-it seemed I had guessed correctly.
"The project we discussed today, huh? I'm currently dealing with Mr. Noah, so why is Mr. Martin getting involved? Who is he? Can he lead the project?" My attitude irked Jeremiah, and he sneered before glancing atslyly. "Hmph, you underestimate him, Ms. Chloe. Don't be so arrogant if you want the project." I noticed the twas right, asking, "Where will it be?" When I relented, Jeremiah perked up and said, "That's the right choice! A wise person always understands practicality and never suffers from losses. We'll see you in Acacia Hall at Feusaka Hotel at six in the evening." "You can go now," I said as I slammed the door shut. Immediately after, I wondered who would be the most suitable to bring with me. It would be great if Carol were here.
Amidst my thoughts, someone knocked on the door, and I opened it to see Jeremiah again. I instinctively frowned and coldly asked, "What else do you need?" He noticed my attitude had worsened and quickly smiled flatteringly. "I forgot to mention, Mr. Martin asks that you calone. There are certain things only-" Before he could finish, I slammed the door in his face. Since he wantedto go alone, I knew there was more to it. After sthought, I snorted and decided to go alone. After all, I wasn't afraid of Martin. A while later, began to have doubts. I needed to remain cautious against crafty men like Martin, regardless of my lack of fear. With that in mind, went to Ryan's room and asked Adrian, who was examining the contract, "Mr. Adrian, do you have a recording pen?" Adrian was surprised as he looked up atthoughtfully, "What do you need that for?" "I'll be attending a dinner tonight and might need it." I didn't beat around the busy.
Everyone here was clever enough to realize my need for the recording pen meant something fishy was about to happen.
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