As the adult and child came out, the secretary curiously glanced at the little Mr. Bobby, then bowed with a smile to lead the way, âManager Harris, please follow me.â
âSo⦠sorryâ¦â The driver awkwardly sneaked a peek at Bobby before following.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âOur representative just arrived at the company and is still busy with other work. I havenât had a chance to inform him about Manager Harrisâ arrival, so I can only ask Manager Harris to wait a bit longer. Is that okay?â
âNo problem.â
The secretary led them to a sofa in a rest area outside the representativeâs office. After asking what they would like to drink, she went to prepare their beverages.
Bobbyâs eyes were glued to the office door just a short distance away, feeling a bit anxious.
Seizing the opportunity, the driver brought up the subject again, âYoung Master, can I have my phone back now?â
Bobby knew what he was up to â probably wanting to report to the dubious man. Annoyed, he refused, âNo, not until Iâm done with my business.â
âBut Young Master, what are you doing with Rhineâs representative?â
Negotiating!
â⦠Anyway, itâs none of your business.â
Suddenly.
His backpackâs cellphone started vibrating. Bobby unzipped it, took out the phone, and looked down. Sure enough, it was a call from the dubious man.
Probably because he couldnât reach the driver, he called Bobby instead.
Without hesitation, Bobby hung up the call, and the phone screen returned to normal. His big, black gem-like eyes glanced at the screensaver with determination on his childish face.
The driver had wanted to sneak a peek at who was calling but accidentally saw the screensaver instead.
On the latest King smartphone, a dazzling strawberry field and sunlight created an exceptionally warm scene. Standing in the field were three people he recognized at once: Lord, Young Master, and⦠Ms. Clark, whom he hadnât seen in a long time.
The Young Masterâs screensaver has always been this picture?
No wonder the Young Master usually treasures his phone so much.
It must be because he misses Ms. Clark.
The driverâs heart softened, wanting to take another look, but Bobby caught him. Swiftly putting his phone back into the backpack, he glared defensively, âWhat are you doing?â
âNo⦠Young Master, are youâ¦â He was about to ask if Bobby missed Ms. Clark.
An unfamiliar tall man entered the office, led by the secretary.
Bobby blinked, his mind racing. Taking advantage of the moment the man entered the office, he secretly snapped a photo with his phone.
Great, heâd been wondering how to negotiate with the woman, and now, not only had he encountered a man that wasnât the dubious man entering the officeâ¦
If the woman didnât know better, he could show this photo to the dubious man later.
As Bobby pondered how to use the photo, the office door opened again. The man who had just entered came back out, followed by another person. The man seemed to take special care of the person behind him, deliberately slowing down and saying, âI was just saying that if Ms. Clark had time today, Iâd take her around Linton City, but unfortunately, sheâs busy. What a pity.â
âIâm sorry, I really have something urgent today. Letâs do it another day,â Enna replied perfunctorily.