Chapter 488
Dailey’s moment of discomfort was fleeting, soon replaced by a casual demeanor, devoid of any notable emotion. “Yeah, came over with Clarence. Just checking things out.”
Christine, dressed in a red dress that made her fair skin stand out even more, lazily glanced outside and asked, “Where’s Clarence?”
Ever since that night at Gregory’s birthday party, Clarence had taken to bombarding her with texts.
-Do you like this handbag?
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Dailey’s moment of discomfort was fleeting, soon replaced by a casual demeanor, devoid of any notable emotion. “Yeah, came over with Clarence. Just checking things out.”
Christine, dressed in a red dress that made her fair skin stand out even more, lazily glanced outside and asked, “Where’s Clarence?”
Ever since that night at Gregory’s birthday party, Clarence had taken to bombarding her with texts.
-Do you like this handbag?
-Isn’t this necklace pretty?
-Wanna grab a drink?
It was as clear as day what he was after, and Christine wasn’t some naive girl fresh out of high school. She could read the signs from a mile away.
“Christine,”
Dailey, usually the type to stay out of others‘ business, found himself giving a word of caution, “Clarence fancies you, but he’s not the right fit for you.”
Christine raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.
–“He’s not the right fit for you,” and “You’re not the right fit for him.”
At first glance, they might seem to convey the same idea, but fundamentally, they’re worlds
apart. At least, that’s how Christine heard it, without the usual air of superiority.
She couldn’t help but chuckle, “Isn’t it a bit harsh to undermine your friend like that?”
Dailey remained unbothered, “He won’t know if you don’t tell him.”
It wasn’t that he didn’t wish his friend well, but knowing too well what was on Clarence’s mind I was the issue.
Clarence was merely captivated by Christine’s beauty, seeking novelty.
Had Dailey not overheard that phone call earlier, he wouldn’t have bothered to meddle.
She claims to be able to hold and let go, but in reality, she is truly emotional and heartfelt.
Christine, looking at the serious man and suddenly developed a hint of wicked amusement, \playfully asked, looking straight at Dailey, “So if he’s not the right one for me, who is? You,
Mr. Dailey?”
Dailey’s brow furrowed, his expression cooling. “Please, show some self–respect.”
His words might have been too harsh for a lady
Yet Christine didn’t take offense, her smile growing wider as she waved her phone, “How
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about we exchange numbers?”
Dailey was used to women vying for his attention, but rarely as boldly as Christine.
Running out of patience, he turned to leave.
Just then, Clarence, the ever–so–clueless friend, returned with coffees in hand, calling out, “Dailey, where you off to?”
“Mr. Johnson,”
Christine greeted him with a drawn–out, melodious tone, “Mr. Dailey was just telling me…”
Dailey shot her a warning glance but eventually pulled out his phone, “Ms. Jackson, how about exchanging contacts?”
Offering a dignified reason, “In case something comes up with your shop, you can reach out
to me.”
Driving to the Ford Group building, I spotted Gregory lounging by the entrance as I pulled up.
Leaning lazily against the doorframe, he saw me lower my window and nodded towards a security guy, “Go on, park the car for her.”
The security guy hurriedly complied, “Yes, Mr. Ford.”
I handed over my keys, “Thanks.”
The security guy stood tall, his voice deep, “No thanks needed! Mrs. Ford!”
I shuddered in shock.
It was still lunchtime, and his loud announcement turned several heads my way.
I was so embarrassed.
Catching Gregory’s schadenfreude–filled gaze, I didn’t bother to settle scores and quickly dragged him away from the scene.
Along the way, employees who recognized me greeted uniformly, “Good day, Mrs. Ford!”
How utterly embarrassing!!
It wasn’t until we reached his office that I finally turned to glare at him, “You did that on purpose!”
He was practically shaking with laughter, “Still mad I haven’t introduced you yet?”
“…Get lost.”
I cursed under my breath, “How do they all know me?”
-Isn’t this necklace pretty?
-Wanna grab a drink?
It was as clear as day what he was after, and Christine wasn’t some naive girl fresh out of high school. She could read the signs from a mile away.
“Christine,”
Dailey, usually the type to stay out of others‘ business, found himself giving a word of caution, “Clarence fancies you, but he’s not the right fit for you.”
Christine raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.
–“He’s not the right fit for you,” and “You’re not the right fit for him.”
At first glance, they might seem to convey the same idea, but fundamentally, they’re worlds
apart. At least, that’s how Christine heard it, without the usual air of superiority.
She couldn’t help but chuckle, “Isn’t it a bit harsh to undermine your friend like that?”
Dailey remained unbothered, “He won’t know if you don’t tell him.”
It wasn’t that he didn’t wish his friend well, but knowing too well what was on Clarence’s mind I was the issue.
Clarence was merely captivated by Christine’s beauty, seeking novelty.
Had Dailey not overheard that phone call earlier, he wouldn’t have bothered to meddle.
She claims to be able to hold and let go, but in reality, she is truly emotional and heartfelt.
Christine, looking at the serious man and suddenly developed a hint of wicked amusement, \playfully asked, looking straight at Dailey, “So if he’s not the right one for me, who is? You,
Mr. Dailey?”
Dailey’s brow furrowed, his expression cooling. “Please, show some self–respect.”
His words might have been too harsh for a lady
Yet Christine didn’t take offense, her smile growing wider as she waved her phone, “How
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about we exchange numbers?”
Dailey was used to women vying for his attention, but rarely as boldly as Christine.
Running out of patience, he turned to leave.
Just then, Clarence, the ever–so–clueless friend, returned with coffees in hand, calling out, “Dailey, where you off to?”
“Mr. Johnson,”
Christine greeted him with a drawn–out, melodious tone, “Mr. Dailey was just telling me…”
Dailey shot her a warning glance but eventually pulled out his phone, “Ms. Jackson, how about exchanging contacts?”
Offering a dignified reason, “In case something comes up with your shop, you can reach out
to me.”
Driving to the Ford Group building, I spotted Gregory lounging by the entrance as I pulled up.
Leaning lazily against the doorframe, he saw me lower my window and nodded towards a security guy, “Go on, park the car for her.”
The security guy hurriedly complied, “Yes, Mr. Ford.”
I handed over my keys, “Thanks.”
The security guy stood tall, his voice deep, “No thanks needed! Mrs. Ford!”
I shuddered in shock.
It was still lunchtime, and his loud announcement turned several heads my way.
I was so embarrassed.
Catching Gregory’s schadenfreude–filled gaze, I didn’t bother to settle scores and quickly dragged him away from the scene.
Along the way, employees who recognized me greeted uniformly, “Good day, Mrs. Ford!”
How utterly embarrassing!!
It wasn’t until we reached his office that I finally turned to glare at him, “You did that on purpose!”
He was practically shaking with laughter, “Still mad I haven’t introduced you yet?”
“…Get lost.”
I cursed under my breath, “How do they all know me?”