A Promising Youth
Chapter 32 Surprised It's Her?
Just after I walk out of the office, the people in the conference room came out.
Clara tried to stop me, but Marcel swept away the previous gloom, smiled charmingly and met Clara to say a few words.
I called Zach aside and explained with immense seriousness,
“Zach, remember, the process of dyeing is the lifeblood of our factory, moreover, the hope of our fellow workers, so it must not be known by anyone, including Clara! Do you hear me?”
Zach hurriedly nodded his head, and I added.
“Guard against that Marcel. He's after the formula, once he has it, the workers money will be lost.”
“Matteo, can't you... can't you stay? The workers look up to you!”
Zach looked at me sadly.
“Mark my words. I gotta go.”
With that, I headed straight downstairs.
At some point, her voice suddenly came from above.
“Come home for dinner tonight.”
When I looked back, Clara was standing there, looking at me with a smile. I just smiled awkwardly and waved at her.
‘I can't go back. The man you wrote love letters to for seven years was back. What's the point of me staying? Sis, I've repaid my debt of gratitude to you.’
Carrying my bag, I left the factory and stood by the roadside of the development area. I gave the factory a reluctant look, took out the phone and called Sienna.
“Hey, busy?”
I asked.
“What is it?”
She was still as cold as ever.
“Let’s meet.”
I pulled out the cigarette Clara bought for me and took a deep drag.
“I'm busy! Also, I will never help you in the future to do something unreliable.”
She said with refinement in her words.
“I'm looking for you for this. I borrowed 20 million from you taking the formula as collateral. We need a written agreement that I will pay you back this money within a year.”
She was silent for a moment and said with a small sigh.
“You're Master's apprentice, so I trust you, so between us, there's no need to get a written agreement.”
met, had built absolute trust in each other because of
she was pretty solid
are you? I'll send someone to pick
didn't say anything, she
at the setting dusk and at Clara's
the door of the Blue Butterfly
next to me. With windows rolled down,
“Mr. Matteo?”
“Yes.”
car, I felt that Sienna's identity was
Miss Sienna has made a meal
in downtown to a
short hair, dressed in a black professional outfit with
“You're... Sienna?”
I asked .
for
she motioned me into
club was decorated
went straight to the top floor
inside, please
finished, she pushed the door
was a huge room, with pure cashmere carpet, gold chandeliers, and huge floor-to-ceiling windows that took in almost all of downtown at
meals on it. Next to the table were two sofas. Sienna, leaning
helping
the soft carpet, I walked
“Sit down.”
around, and her
a long sky blue dress with extremely standard proportions figure and a long smooth, flawless leg
mask on her face and was half lying on the couch and gave me a
“You're Matteo Chan?
down across from him. She straightened up, uncovered
are you
Master should not
But I was stunned!
“It is you!”
of many people at the economic
Do you know
extremely pretty in a faint
R City have seen
“The economic summit ......”
“Oh! Ok!”
and looked at me gracefully and asked, “Go ahead, what
to look at her with glazed eyes, but I really couldn't help it. She had the
look
agreement is still needed for borrowing your