NovelFinishChapter 302 He was in a foul mood, so he headed to a restaurant for a drink.
This wasn't just any restaurant-it was the one he'd bought for Winnie, simply because she'd once mentioned loving a particular dish here.
As he walked in, he overheard staff chatting about a young woman who'd reserved the entire place to celebrate her boyfriend's birthday.
It was rare, he thought, to see such devotion.
Curious, he glanced over.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe table was laid out with an impressive spread, but the woman's boyfriend never showed. Her slender frand the sadness in her posture lingered in his mind-perhaps because he, too, knew what it felt like to be let down.
Maybe that's why the memory stuck with him.
"I never expected you'd becPresident Vaughan. Keep going-you've got this." That encouragement felt almost like the kind of praise a teacher would give.
Isadora couldn't help but break into a bright smile. "Thank you." Terrell found himself staring, his gaze deepening. He couldn't help but say, "You have a beautiful smile." Isadora felt a little embarrassed at the compliment.
Sensing her discomfort, Terrell smoothly changed the subject.
"The Vaughan Group's mall is facing sbig changes right now. I actually know someone with experience in this field. If you're interested, I could introduce you." Isadora knew that Terrell was the chairman of the local business association. Anyone who got close to him benefited from his connections-that's why so many colleagues admired him.
"You've already helpedso much today. I'd hate to trouble you again." Terrell's tone was warm. "If you really feel that way, maybe President Vaughan could treatto a meal sometime?" Two days later.
At Verdant Pavilion, one of Capitolion's most prestigious restaurants, a table by the antique window awaited them.
Terrell arrived with an expert in the field-Mr. Allerton, a man in his early fifties with over two decades of experience in commercial development.
Isadora listened attentively as Mr. Allerton shared his thoughts on modernizing shopping centers. Halfway through their meal, Allerton's phone rang. Something urgent cup, and he had to leave.
Isadora was disappointed-she'd been hoping to hear more of his advice.
Noticing her expression, Terrell smiled at Allerton. "Mr. Allerton, since you have to run off today, how about making it up to us by visiting The Vaughan Group sometime? You could share more of your wisdom with the next generation." Allerton was a legend in the industry. Many corporations had tried to win him over, but he rarely accepted invitations. This time, he'd only agreed because Terrell had personally reached out.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWith Terrell's encouragement, Allerton stroked his beard and nodded. "Since Terrell insists, I can't refuse. President Vaughan, I'll cby myself soon." Isadora's face lit up with delight. "Thank you so much, Mr. Allerton!" After he left, Isadora knew it was Terrell's influence that had made this meeting possible. Grateful for his help, she raised her glass of tea.
"Mr. Fawcett, thank you for the introduction today." Terrell's smile was gentle. "President Vaughan, do you know what you've said tomore than anything else?" Isadora looked puzzled. "What?" "It's 'thank you."" She blinked, a little surprised.
Terrell's voice was warm and sincere. "If you really want to thank me, why not just think ofas a friend?" She hesitated, then asked, "Mr. Fawcett, do you mean..." "Don't callMr. Fawcett-it sounds so distant. Just callTerrell. And I'll call you Isadora." Later, Isadora excused herself to go to the restroom.
As she walked down the corridor, passing a set of ornate double doors slightly ajar as a server brought in dishes, she caught a glimpse inside.
The private dining suite was lavish, centered around a grand round table of dark wood.
Inside sat Mrs. Fitzgerald-Deanna and Victor, along with several m from abroad, distinguished guests from each exuding an air of wealth and authority.
Lost in thought, Isadora didn't notice a server hurrying out until he heom accidentally bumped into her, splashing a bit of food onto her dress. The young man paled and stammered an apology. "I'm so sorry, miss, I didn't mean to please forgive me." Isadora waved him off, not wanting to make a scene. "It's fine, really."
From his seat, Victor lounged back, his long fingers loosely wrapped around a teacup Hearing the familiar voice at the door, he lifted his gaze and looked over.
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