Chapter 314

At that time, Giselle was in the restroom. She supported herself on the marble sink, lowering her head, taking a few deep breaths heavily. After a short while, she finally lifted her head, fleeting satisfaction at the sight of her composed self reflected in the mirror. Sometimes, people tend to overestimate themselves. However, it's often impossible to remain unflustered about the people and things one cares about. Just that fleeting glance a moment ago, almost made Giselle lose her composure. But thankfully, she held on, preventing herself from losing face. One must have some self-respect. Or at least, appear to have. ... When Maverick returned to the private room, he seemed like a completely different person, radiating a cold and melancholic aura all over. A few minutes ago, Steward received a message from Pei Shao, saying that Giselle went to the restroom. Seeing Maverick like this, it seemed they may have crossed paths. But obviously, he was not happy. Feigning ignorance, Steward invited Maverick for a drink. Maverick drank much more fiercely than before. It seemed that he did not handle this case brilliantly. After drinking for a while, Steward found an opportunity and went to Pei Shao's private room. Even if Maverick weren't called over today, Steward would also come to Ye Se, because he planned to meet Giselle for another person. "Is she doing well in Frystonia?" After half a year, Steward still had Harper in his mind. Apparently, some people are not forgotten with time. Giselle had just signed a contract with Pei Shao and she was in a good mood. She was willing to have a chat with Steward, but to Steward, her words were unbearable. "Don't worry, she's certainly doing much better than being with you." Steward's face changed slightly, but Giselle and Harper were best friends. If she spoke on behalf of Harper, he could only tolerate it. "Is she still angry?" "What do you mean?" Giselle laughed mockingly, "Do you still hope that Harper will forgive you?" "Giselle." Steward frowned, "Can you not be so sarcastic? Is it strange that I hope Harper to forgive me?" Giselle thought about it seriously, "Indeed it's not strange. After all, everyone who made a mistake hopes to be forgiven. I can understand." Just like when she was hoping earnestly for Maverick to forgive her. "But— "Face it, Harper might forgive you, but it's impossible for you two to get back together." Giselle was about to leave, she picked up the signed contract and walked to the door, standing still, she turned to look at Steward, her red lips slightly curled, "Harper's living well now, with outstanding people pursuing her and appreciating everything about her, never finding her boring." With that, Giselle walked out of the private room. Inside the private room, Steward supports his head with his hand, his emotions burying in the darkness. ... When Giselle exited the grand gates of the night club, she saw Maverick again. He was standing at the entrance, he might have come out unnoticed while she was inside. The cool evening wind blew in through the night, Giselle's exposed legs felt a wave of chill, a little cold. She stomped her feet, standing on the other side of the doorway. She called for a ride when she came out, the app displayed an ETA of three minutes. During the wait, she hugged her arms. The temperature difference was quite big in the autumn nights. She regretted not bringing an extra jacket tonight. The two of them, one left and one right, one in front of another, Giselle stood a bit ahead, Maverick was behind her. For some reason, Giselle always felt as if Maverick's gaze was on her back which made her involuntarily straighten her posture a bit. But quickly— A car drove out from the parking lot, and Maverick got in. He sat in the passenger seat, with the window half-closed. The car passed by her, and Maverick didn't spare a glance at Giselle. Cold, indifferent... They treated their first encounter in the same way. When Giselle returned to Jinjiang Residence, it was already late at night. In her slightly tipsy state, sleep should come easily. But she kept tossing and turning for a long time. The feeling of everything being the same but the people being different was not a pleasant one. ... The next day, she went to the company. Yu Hongsheng attributed last night's successful cooperation with the Pei Corporation to Giselle during the morning meeting, and gave her special praise. But in reality, Giselle knew. Young Master Pei was clearly satisfied with the contract. He would sign it, and it had nothing to do with her. Yu Hongsheng is helping himself. Is this what Harrison ordered? Gloria vented her frustration all morning. She called Davina, fuming, "What's going on with dad? Didn't he say that he wouldn't show favoritism? Why did he let Yu Hongsheng help Giselle? In front of all the top executives, he credited all the merit of the Pei project to Giselle. Does he think everyone is a fool except for Giselle? What abilities does she have?" Holding her phone, Davina found a quiet place,"Are you asking me to confront your dad? Ever since he found out that Giselle is his biological daughter, his whole attitude has changed. Now that you're in the company, just focus on your work. If that's not possible, make some more money. Your dad's health is declining day by day, and I don't want to be the one taking care of him in the future." "Money, money, money! Can the little bit that I have compare to the Hawk family wealth?" Gloria hung up angrily, frustrated with Davina's shortsightedness. She was actually really jealous of Giselle. Why did someone always come to her rescue, no matter the situation...? It used to be Patrick, then it was Maverick, and now it's Yu Hongsheng. And she, Gloria, only had herself. Gloria couldn't tolerate Giselle outperforming her in the company. The project she currently has with the Hyland family is very important. Gloria called Andrew again. Back then, it was 9:30 in the morning in Finceland, and Andrew hadn't woken up yet. When he picked up Gloria's call, he sat up, and the quilt slipped to his waist, exposing his evenly muscled upper body. "Peipei, what's up? Calling so early, is there an emergency?" Andrew asked. "I care a lot." From the other end, Gloria's voice was very soft, "Andrew, I wanted to ask you about last time when I asked you to help arrange..." "You called me so early, just to ask this?" Andrew frowned, and because of displeasure, his tone became somewhat heavy. Apparently, he was upset. Or it might be more appropriate to say he was jealous. Gloria was pleased by this, and she said, "Of course, there's more to it. I want to see you." ... When Andrew came to pick up Gloria, it happened to be seen by Giselle. During lunchtime, as soon as she stepped out, she saw Andrew opening the door to a very cool sports car, greeting Gloria into the car like he was receiving a princess. Giselle was at a loss for words. More than anything, she was perplexed. But love is originally something you can't fathom. There were many big and small restaurants near the company, and Giselle usually would get her lunch nearby. She was about to go there, when suddenly, after she took a few steps, a car stopped in front of her. A sapphire-blue sports car, its color captivatingly flamboyant. As soon as Giselle glanced at it, the window in front of him rolled down revealing Nolan's sharp-cut face. He was leaning to the side, his hands on the steering wheel. The look he gave Giselle was rebelliously unbridled. "Sister, you deceived me so heartlessly!" Giselle played dumb, "Oh, what did I deceive you of?" Nolan raised an eyebrow, enunciating each word towards Giselle, "Duped- me- of -my -money -and -love." It really was such, from his point of view. Don't round trip tickets cost money? He even offered up his handsome face willingly and yet he was stood up.