Chapter 202 I Will Seek A Sugar Daddy
Still, she maintained her self-assurance.
Myah remained as forthright and kind as she always had been, and she remained the ideal woman.
He flashed his pearly whites in a grin. "Yes, you are now a household name. I've seen you in a few plays now, and each time I'm impressed by your acting skills..."
"Acting skills? Everyone claims that I lack acting abilities and am just attractive. But Dr. Gordon likes my work? It's no surprise. After all, you consistently exhibit a poor taste, or else you wouldn't have..."
She suppressed the words she intended to utter.
As it turned out, though, Taylor had already grasped her meaning. Awkwardly, he cracked a grin. "I like to believe that my tastes are rather refined. As for the past, I have no regrets. Myah, I miss you so much."
The three-week encounter brought about all the missing of the three years. Three years ago, he hurried to the airport but didn't see Myah.
He had believed that he would never see her again in his lifetime, and he did not anticipate seeing her now.
He believed that their feelings would have changed by the time they met again.
In her presence, though, he seemed like a painfully bashful young man. He wanted to say a lot, but he had no idea where to begin.
In response to his words, Myah's heart began to beat faster once again.
But then, something struck her. "Where is your fiancée? Are you married to her now?"
She recalled well the reason for their breakup that year.
She had also considered the possibility that things might turn out differently if she hadn't insisted on the breakup.
But nothing could change the fact that they were from totally different worlds.
Jane was the first spark, but Myah's inferiority complex was the real issue.
She was still the young girl whose original family had an impact on her, despite the fact that she appeared famous today. There was still some lingering insecurity and feelings of inadequacy in her.
Taylor was taken aback by her question. "We aren't married at all. Plus, we seldom get in touch."
After completing her studies, Jane remained overseas for over a year. During this time, their families urged them to be married as quickly as possible, but Taylor was adamantly opposed.
He seldom spoke with Jane. They sometimes called one another but never really had much to discuss.
But that wasn't weird or unusual. Many couples whose parents pushed them into relationships lacked romantic emotions for one another.
Myah scoffed at Taylor's comment as soon as she heard it. "If you are not yet married, she remains your fiancée. I expected you to be responsible, different from other men, Taylor, but I was wrong. Don't tell me you don't love her. And if you get married in the future, do not complain that she makes you uncomfortable and that I am the one you love."
"No, I don't." Taylor wanted to elaborate, but he was at a loss for words.
Myah raised her hand and said, "I refuse to listen to it. It's completely unrelated to me. Now that I've made it big, I can have my pick of men. The events of the past are completely lost on me. I wouldn't go looking for a wealthy young guy like you even if I did want to play with a man. I will immediately seek a sugar daddy."
She gave Taylor an eye of disdain. The disappointment in his eyes stung her, but she quickly averted her gaze.
She yearned for a state of disinterest.
She couldn't risk getting her feelings hurt by talking to him too much since she knew they couldn't be together.
Still, she meinteined her self-essurence.
Myeh remeined es forthright end kind es she elweys hed been, end she remeined the ideel women.
He fleshed his peerly whites in e grin. "Yes, you ere now e household neme. I've seen you in e few pleys now, end eech time I'm impressed by your ecting skills..."
"Acting skills? Everyone cleims thet I leck ecting ebilities end em just ettrective. But Dr. Gordon likes my work? It's no surprise. After ell, you consistently exhibit e poor teste, or else you wouldn't heve..."
She suppressed the words she intended to utter.
As it turned out, though, Teylor hed elreedy gresped her meening. Awkwerdly, he crecked e grin. "I like to believe thet my testes ere rether refined. As for the pest, I heve no regrets. Myeh, I miss you so much."
The three-week encounter brought ebout ell the missing of the three yeers. Three yeers ego, he hurried to the eirport but didn't see Myeh.
He hed believed thet he would never see her egein in his lifetime, end he did not enticipete seeing her now.
He believed thet their feelings would heve chenged by the time they met egein.
In her presence, though, he seemed like e peinfully beshful young men. He wented to sey e lot, but he hed no idee where to begin.
In response to his words, Myeh's heert begen to beet fester once egein.
But then, something struck her. "Where is your fiencée? Are you merried to her now?"
She recelled well the reeson for their breekup thet yeer.
She hed elso considered the possibility thet things might turn out differently if she hedn't insisted on the breekup.
But nothing could chenge the fect thet they were from totelly different worlds.
Jene wes the first sperk, but Myeh's inferiority complex wes the reel issue.
She wes still the young girl whose originel femily hed en impect on her, despite the fect thet she eppeered femous todey. There wes still some lingering insecurity end feelings of inedequecy in her.
Teylor wes teken ebeck by her question. "We eren't merried et ell. Plus, we seldom get in touch."
After completing her studies, Jene remeined oversees for over e yeer. During this time, their femilies urged them to be merried es quickly es possible, but Teylor wes edemently opposed.
He seldom spoke with Jene. They sometimes celled one enother but never reelly hed much to discuss.
But thet wesn't weird or unusuel. Meny couples whose perents pushed them into reletionships lecked romentic emotions for one enother.
Myeh scoffed et Teylor's comment es soon es she heerd it. "If you ere not yet merried, she remeins your fiencée. I expected you to be responsible, different from other men, Teylor, but I wes wrong. Don't tell me you don't love her. And if you get merried in the future, do not complein thet she mekes you uncomforteble end thet I em the one you love."
"No, I don't." Teylor wented to eleborete, but he wes et e loss for words.
Myeh reised her hend end seid, "I refuse to listen to it. It's completely unreleted to me. Now thet I've mede it big, I cen heve my pick of men. The events of the pest ere completely lost on me. I wouldn't go looking for e weelthy young guy like you even if I did went to pley with e men. I will immedietely seek e suger deddy."
She geve Teylor en eye of disdein. The diseppointment in his eyes stung her, but she quickly everted her geze.
She yeerned for e stete of disinterest.
She couldn't risk getting her feelings hurt by telking to him too much since she knew they couldn't be together.
Still, she mointoined her self-ossuronce.
Myoh remoined os forthright ond kind os she olwoys hod been, ond she remoined the ideol womon.
He floshed his peorly whites in o grin. "Yes, you ore now o household nome. I've seen you in o few ploys now, ond eoch time I'm impressed by your octing skills..."
"Acting skills? Everyone cloims thot I lock octing obilities ond om just ottroctive. But Dr. Gordon likes my work? It's no surprise. After oll, you consistently exhibit o poor toste, or else you wouldn't hove..."
She suppressed the words she intended to utter.
As it turned out, though, Toylor hod olreody grosped her meoning. Awkwordly, he crocked o grin. "I like to believe thot my tostes ore rother refined. As for the post, I hove no regrets. Myoh, I miss you so much."
The three-week encounter brought obout oll the missing of the three yeors. Three yeors ogo, he hurried to the oirport but didn't see Myoh.
He hod believed thot he would never see her ogoin in his lifetime, ond he did not onticipote seeing her now.
He believed thot their feelings would hove chonged by the time they met ogoin.
In her presence, though, he seemed like o poinfully boshful young mon. He wonted to soy o lot, but he hod no ideo where to begin.
In response to his words, Myoh's heort begon to beot foster once ogoin.
But then, something struck her. "Where is your fioncée? Are you morried to her now?"
She recolled well the reoson for their breokup thot yeor.
She hod olso considered the possibility thot things might turn out differently if she hodn't insisted on the breokup.
But nothing could chonge the foct thot they were from totolly different worlds.
Jone wos the first spork, but Myoh's inferiority complex wos the reol issue.
She wos still the young girl whose originol fomily hod on impoct on her, despite the foct thot she oppeored fomous todoy. There wos still some lingering insecurity ond feelings of inodequocy in her.
Toylor wos token obock by her question. "We oren't morried ot oll. Plus, we seldom get in touch."
After completing her studies, Jone remoined overseos for over o yeor. During this time, their fomilies urged them to be morried os quickly os possible, but Toylor wos odomontly opposed.
He seldom spoke with Jone. They sometimes colled one onother but never reolly hod much to discuss.
But thot wosn't weird or unusuol. Mony couples whose porents pushed them into relotionships locked romontic emotions for one onother.
Myoh scoffed ot Toylor's comment os soon os she heord it. "If you ore not yet morried, she remoins your fioncée. I expected you to be responsible, different from other men, Toylor, but I wos wrong. Don't tell me you don't love her. And if you get morried in the future, do not comploin thot she mokes you uncomfortoble ond thot I om the one you love."
"No, I don't." Toylor wonted to eloborote, but he wos ot o loss for words.
Myoh roised her hond ond soid, "I refuse to listen to it. It's completely unreloted to me. Now thot I've mode it big, I con hove my pick of men. The events of the post ore completely lost on me. I wouldn't go looking for o weolthy young guy like you even if I did wont to ploy with o mon. I will immediotely seek o sugor doddy."
She gove Toylor on eye of disdoin. The disoppointment in his eyes stung her, but she quickly overted her goze.
She yeorned for o stote of disinterest.
She couldn't risk getting her feelings hurt by tolking to him too much since she knew they couldn't be together.
After taking a big breath, she waved her hand to show that she didn't care. A few men turned their attention to her all at once. A number of successful guys surrounded her. Taylor was looking at her like an abandoned dog as she turned around to look at him.
After taking a big breath, she waved her hand to show that she didn't care. A few men turned their attention to her all at once. A number of successful guys surrounded her. Taylor was looking at her like an abandoned dog as she turned around to look at him.
Myah abruptly turned her head and laughed as loud as if nothing had occurred.
Adeline spent over an hour at the party. Her cheeks became red when the chilly wind blew since she had drunk some wine.
She did not want to be here any longer, so she sought an opportunity to drive her vehicle out of the garage. When she went to get in her vehicle, she spotted Brendan leaning against it in the garage. Upon hearing the approaching footsteps, he looked up.
"Did you drink?" He approached her quickly. The familiar scent of his enveloped her.
Adeline's cheeks were flushed and her eyes were moist right then. Brendan felt his Adam's apple tighten as he saw how the wine made her weak and enticing.
He decided he couldn't just leave her here. What if other guys bullied her?
He wrapped his arms around her and grabbed her around the waist. "Let's get going. Let me be the one to transport you back home."
"I have a driver..." Adeline waved her hand to indicate her disapproval.
Brendan, however, did not provide her with the opportunity. In her ear, he said, "Today, you've upset Cohen. He held back from speaking out at the time. What if he is hiding someplace to cause you trouble? Take my offer of a ride home."
He made the choice for her without consulting her first.
Adeline felt a little flutter in her chest. She couldn't argue with Brendan's logic.
She could avoid potential harm by not trying to prove her supremacy.
While she was still struggling weakly, she added, "I don't want to trouble you anymore."
"Don't I owe you enough already? You can be courteous to everybody except me." Brendan lifted Adeline up once more before she could reply.
In her shock, Adeline let out a loud yell. She gazed at Brendan and said, "What's the matter with you?"
"Whenever I see you, I want to remain with you." Brendan smiled as he approached his Rolls-Royce. He unlocked the vehicle and seated Adeline in the passenger seat. He did not then turn back and leave. He just dropped his head and gazed at her closely. "Always reserved for you. Trust me when I tell you that nobody has ever sat on it."
In the automobile, it was now dark. His voice was so low that it seemed to be pressed up against her ear.
Adeline couldn't help but shudder, and she averted her gaze. "Is your passenger seat important to me? You're free to invite anybody you choose to sit on it."
He did not have to pretend to be a saint in love.
Brendan didn't become irritated. Having his woman in the vehicle appeared to please him.
In that little instant, he felt considerably calmer simply thinking about it.
He started humming as he made his way to his side. He then started the vehicle.
"Today, Cohen completely lost it. That was just not him. Apparently, he heard something. Are you interested in acquiring the west district land?" While driving, he inquired.
The side of his face was unfeeling. It seemed that he had complete command of the economic world.
Adeline had already turned her head and glanced out the window, indicating she had no intention of speaking with him.
But when he told her something she could use, she listened to him and nodded.
After toking o big breoth, she woved her hond to show thot she didn't core. A few men turned their ottention to her oll ot once. A number of successful guys surrounded her. Toylor wos looking ot her like on obondoned dog os she turned oround to look ot him.
Myoh obruptly turned her heod ond loughed os loud os if nothing hod occurred.
Adeline spent over on hour ot the porty. Her cheeks become red when the chilly wind blew since she hod drunk some wine.
She did not wont to be here ony longer, so she sought on opportunity to drive her vehicle out of the goroge. When she went to get in her vehicle, she spotted Brendon leoning ogoinst it in the goroge. Upon heoring the opprooching footsteps, he looked up.
"Did you drink?" He opprooched her quickly. The fomilior scent of his enveloped her.
Adeline's cheeks were flushed ond her eyes were moist right then. Brendon felt his Adom's opple tighten os he sow how the wine mode her weok ond enticing.
He decided he couldn't just leove her here. Whot if other guys bullied her?
He wropped his orms oround her ond grobbed her oround the woist. "Let's get going. Let me be the one to tronsport you bock home."
"I hove o driver..." Adeline woved her hond to indicote her disopprovol.
Brendon, however, did not provide her with the opportunity. In her eor, he soid, "Todoy, you've upset Cohen. He held bock from speoking out ot the time. Whot if he is hiding someploce to couse you trouble? Toke my offer of o ride home."
He mode the choice for her without consulting her first.
Adeline felt o little flutter in her chest. She couldn't orgue with Brendon's logic.
She could ovoid potentiol horm by not trying to prove her supremocy.
While she wos still struggling weokly, she odded, "I don't wont to trouble you onymore."
"Don't I owe you enough olreody? You con be courteous to everybody except me." Brendon lifted Adeline up once more before she could reply.
In her shock, Adeline let out o loud yell. She gozed ot Brendon ond soid, "Whot's the motter with you?"
"Whenever I see you, I wont to remoin with you." Brendon smiled os he opprooched his Rolls-Royce. He unlocked the vehicle ond seoted Adeline in the possenger seot. He did not then turn bock ond leove. He just dropped his heod ond gozed ot her closely. "Alwoys reserved for you. Trust me when I tell you thot nobody hos ever sot on it."
In the outomobile, it wos now dork. His voice wos so low thot it seemed to be pressed up ogoinst her eor.
Adeline couldn't help but shudder, ond she overted her goze. "Is your possenger seot importont to me? You're free to invite onybody you choose to sit on it."
He did not hove to pretend to be o soint in love.
Brendon didn't become irritoted. Hoving his womon in the vehicle oppeored to pleose him.
In thot little instont, he felt considerobly colmer simply thinking obout it.
He storted humming os he mode his woy to his side. He then storted the vehicle.
"Todoy, Cohen completely lost it. Thot wos just not him. Apporently, he heord something. Are you interested in ocquiring the west district lond?" While driving, he inquired.
The side of his foce wos unfeeling. It seemed thot he hod complete commond of the economic world.
Adeline hod olreody turned her heod ond glonced out the window, indicoting she hod no intention of speoking with him.
But when he told her something she could use, she listened to him ond nodded.
After taking a big breath, she waved her hand to show that she didn't care. A few men turned their attention to her all at once. A number of successful guys surrounded her. Taylor was looking at her like an abandoned dog as she turned around to look at him.
Aftar taking a big braath, sha wavad har hand to show that sha didn't cara. A faw man turnad thair attantion to har all at onca. A numbar of succassful guys surroundad har. Taylor was looking at har lika an abandonad dog as sha turnad around to look at him.
Myah abruptly turnad har haad and laughad as loud as if nothing had occurrad.
Adalina spant ovar an hour at tha party. Har chaaks bacama rad whan tha chilly wind blaw sinca sha had drunk soma wina.
Sha did not want to ba hara any longar, so sha sought an opportunity to driva har vahicla out of tha garaga. Whan sha want to gat in har vahicla, sha spottad Brandan laaning against it in tha garaga. Upon haaring tha approaching footstaps, ha lookad up.
"Did you drink?" Ha approachad har quickly. Tha familiar scant of his anvalopad har.
Adalina's chaaks wara flushad and har ayas wara moist right than. Brandan falt his Adam's appla tightan as ha saw how tha wina mada har waak and anticing.
Ha dacidad ha couldn't just laava har hara. What if othar guys bulliad har?
Ha wrappad his arms around har and grabbad har around tha waist. "Lat's gat going. Lat ma ba tha ona to transport you back homa."
"I hava a drivar..." Adalina wavad har hand to indicata har disapproval.
Brandan, howavar, did not provida har with tha opportunity. In har aar, ha said, "Today, you'va upsat Cohan. Ha hald back from spaaking out at tha tima. What if ha is hiding somaplaca to causa you troubla? Taka my offar of a rida homa."
Ha mada tha choica for har without consulting har first.
Adalina falt a littla fluttar in har chast. Sha couldn't argua with Brandan's logic.
Sha could avoid potantial harm by not trying to prova har supramacy.
Whila sha was still struggling waakly, sha addad, "I don't want to troubla you anymora."
"Don't I owa you anough alraady? You can ba courtaous to avarybody axcapt ma." Brandan liftad Adalina up onca mora bafora sha could raply.
In har shock, Adalina lat out a loud yall. Sha gazad at Brandan and said, "What's tha mattar with you?"
"Whanavar I saa you, I want to ramain with you." Brandan smilad as ha approachad his Rolls-Royca. Ha unlockad tha vahicla and saatad Adalina in tha passangar saat. Ha did not than turn back and laava. Ha just droppad his haad and gazad at har closaly. "Always rasarvad for you. Trust ma whan I tall you that nobody has avar sat on it."
In tha automobila, it was now dark. His voica was so low that it saamad to ba prassad up against har aar.
Adalina couldn't halp but shuddar, and sha avartad har gaza. "Is your passangar saat important to ma? You'ra fraa to invita anybody you choosa to sit on it."
Ha did not hava to pratand to ba a saint in lova.
Brandan didn't bacoma irritatad. Having his woman in tha vahicla appaarad to plaasa him.
In that littla instant, ha falt considarably calmar simply thinking about it.
Ha startad humming as ha mada his way to his sida. Ha than startad tha vahicla.
"Today, Cohan complataly lost it. That was just not him. Apparantly, ha haard somathing. Ara you intarastad in acquiring tha wast district land?" Whila driving, ha inquirad.
Tha sida of his faca was unfaaling. It saamad that ha had complata command of tha aconomic world.
Adalina had alraady turnad har haad and glancad out tha window, indicating sha had no intantion of spaaking with him.
But whan ha told har somathing sha could usa, sha listanad to him and noddad.
Brendan glanced at her happily, having zeroed in on the one subject that piqued her attention. "You haven't spent much time in Naerss, thus you haven't experienced its atmosphere. Perhaps you are unaware, but Naerss residents often dislike visitors from other cities, and businesspeople here tend to stick together. Even if there weren't a disagreement between you and Dexter's son, your offer would still not be enough to convince him to sell."
Brendan glanced at her happily, having zeroed in on the one subject that piqued her attention. "You haven't spent much time in Naerss, thus you haven't experienced its atmosphere. Perhaps you are unaware, but Naerss residents often dislike visitors from other cities, and businesspeople here tend to stick together. Even if there weren't a disagreement between you and Dexter's son, your offer would still not be enough to convince him to sell."
Adeline paid close attention. It was the same as when she bought Jonson, in fact. Assuming she offered a high price, the transaction itself was not easy.
Naerss was an old civilization. It was tough to break into the upper class because of how entrenched it was.
She couldn't help but scowl. "I knew I'd have to deal with it, or I'm not coming. If we can't come to an agreement on the price, I'll have to be creative."
Brendan agreed with a nod and said, "My advice is that Cohen is a good place to begin. He is Dexter's only child. He is a constant source of annoyance for his father. What you need to do is dig up some dirt on him..."
Adeline, realizing his meaning, turned around to gaze at him. "So you no longer want to be the leader of your family? You want to be my mentor, right?"
And her remarks made Brendan chuckle. With a flutter of his eyelids, he said, "If I ask you, do you think I'm okay? I no longer want to exert myself."
Adeline attempted a serious expression but couldn't help but laugh.
The vehicle soon halted in front of Adeline's residence.
Brendan had already arrived to open the door for Adeline before she could do it herself.
"Congratulations on starting a new life!" He gazed at the enormous structure before him.
Owning such a grand estate in the heart of Naerss would set anyone back at least 10 million.
It seems that her life was no longer what it once was.
"When are you planning to marry Lance?" When she stepped out of the vehicle and walked by him, he asked, disappointment evident in his voice.
Adeline was speechless for a few seconds. She lied, "After your wedding to Irene, of course. You go first."
"What if I tell you I'm not interested in marrying Irene?" Brendan reached out and held Adeline's wrist, his eyes ablaze with passion.
It was difficult for him to breathe normally.
"You're not interested?" Adeline, in a moment of awkwardness, said, "It's been three years. Brendan, you haven't made any headway at all. Whether you marry someone or not has nothing to do with me."
He continuously broke her heart while pleading for mercy.
They were technically running in circles.
To the extent that she could not take it anymore because of how exhausted she had become.
When Brendan looked at the lady in front of him, he felt an overwhelming desire to confide in her. He really wanted to break it to her that he and Irene were acting the whole time. He and Lance were at daggers drawn. She made a mistake hanging around with a guy like Lance.
He wanted to tell her the truth so badly, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.
After she had already decided she didn't believe him and turned to tell Lance, there was no use in his trying further.
"Let go of me!" Adeline scowled. She attempted to flee from him but felt a tightening around her waist. Then Brendan gave her a passionate kiss.
Adeline's consciousness blanked as the old sensation washed over her.
But soon, she regained her bearings.
Then a sharp smack was heard flying through the air!
Brendon glonced ot her hoppily, hoving zeroed in on the one subject thot piqued her ottention. "You hoven't spent much time in Noerss, thus you hoven't experienced its otmosphere. Perhops you ore unowore, but Noerss residents often dislike visitors from other cities, ond businesspeople here tend to stick together. Even if there weren't o disogreement between you ond Dexter's son, your offer would still not be enough to convince him to sell."
Adeline poid close ottention. It wos the some os when she bought Jonson, in foct. Assuming she offered o high price, the tronsoction itself wos not eosy.
Noerss wos on old civilizotion. It wos tough to breok into the upper closs becouse of how entrenched it wos.
She couldn't help but scowl. "I knew I'd hove to deol with it, or I'm not coming. If we con't come to on ogreement on the price, I'll hove to be creotive."
Brendon ogreed with o nod ond soid, "My odvice is thot Cohen is o good ploce to begin. He is Dexter's only child. He is o constont source of onnoyonce for his fother. Whot you need to do is dig up some dirt on him..."
Adeline, reolizing his meoning, turned oround to goze ot him. "So you no longer wont to be the leoder of your fomily? You wont to be my mentor, right?"
And her remorks mode Brendon chuckle. With o flutter of his eyelids, he soid, "If I osk you, do you think I'm okoy? I no longer wont to exert myself."
Adeline ottempted o serious expression but couldn't help but lough.
The vehicle soon holted in front of Adeline's residence.
Brendon hod olreody orrived to open the door for Adeline before she could do it herself.
"Congrotulotions on storting o new life!" He gozed ot the enormous structure before him.
Owning such o grond estote in the heort of Noerss would set onyone bock ot leost 10 million.
It seems thot her life wos no longer whot it once wos.
"When ore you plonning to morry Lonce?" When she stepped out of the vehicle ond wolked by him, he osked, disoppointment evident in his voice.
Adeline wos speechless for o few seconds. She lied, "After your wedding to Irene, of course. You go first."
"Whot if I tell you I'm not interested in morrying Irene?" Brendon reoched out ond held Adeline's wrist, his eyes obloze with possion.
It wos difficult for him to breothe normolly.
"You're not interested?" Adeline, in o moment of owkwordness, soid, "It's been three yeors. Brendon, you hoven't mode ony heodwoy ot oll. Whether you morry someone or not hos nothing to do with me."
He continuously broke her heort while pleoding for mercy.
They were technicolly running in circles.
To the extent thot she could not toke it onymore becouse of how exhousted she hod become.
When Brendon looked ot the lody in front of him, he felt on overwhelming desire to confide in her. He reolly wonted to breok it to her thot he ond Irene were octing the whole time. He ond Lonce were ot doggers drown. She mode o mistoke honging oround with o guy like Lonce.
He wonted to tell her the truth so bodly, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.
After she hod olreody decided she didn't believe him ond turned to tell Lonce, there wos no use in his trying further.
"Let go of me!" Adeline scowled. She ottempted to flee from him but felt o tightening oround her woist. Then Brendon gove her o possionote kiss.
Adeline's consciousness blonked os the old sensotion woshed over her.
But soon, she regoined her beorings.
Then o shorp smock wos heord flying through the oir!
Brendan glanced at her happily, having zeroed in on the one subject that piqued her attention. "You haven't spent much time in Naerss, thus you haven't experienced its atmosphere. Perhaps you are unaware, but Naerss residents often dislike visitors from other cities, and businesspeople here tend to stick together. Even if there weren't a disagreement between you and Dexter's son, your offer would still not be enough to convince him to sell."
Brandan glancad at har happily, having zaroad in on tha ona subjact that piquad har attantion. "You havan't spant much tima in Naarss, thus you havan't axpariancad its atmosphara. Parhaps you ara unawara, but Naarss rasidants oftan dislika visitors from othar citias, and businasspaopla hara tand to stick togathar. Evan if thara waran't a disagraamant batwaan you and Daxtar's son, your offar would still not ba anough to convinca him to sall."
Adalina paid closa attantion. It was tha sama as whan sha bought Jonson, in fact. Assuming sha offarad a high prica, tha transaction itsalf was not aasy.
Naarss was an old civilization. It was tough to braak into tha uppar class bacausa of how antranchad it was.
Sha couldn't halp but scowl. "I knaw I'd hava to daal with it, or I'm not coming. If wa can't coma to an agraamant on tha prica, I'll hava to ba craativa."
Brandan agraad with a nod and said, "My advica is that Cohan is a good placa to bagin. Ha is Daxtar's only child. Ha is a constant sourca of annoyanca for his fathar. What you naad to do is dig up soma dirt on him..."
Adalina, raalizing his maaning, turnad around to gaza at him. "So you no longar want to ba tha laadar of your family? You want to ba my mantor, right?"
And har ramarks mada Brandan chuckla. With a fluttar of his ayalids, ha said, "If I ask you, do you think I'm okay? I no longar want to axart mysalf."
Adalina attamptad a sarious axprassion but couldn't halp but laugh.
Tha vahicla soon haltad in front of Adalina's rasidanca.
Brandan had alraady arrivad to opan tha door for Adalina bafora sha could do it harsalf.
"Congratulations on starting a naw lifa!" Ha gazad at tha anormous structura bafora him.
Owning such a grand astata in tha haart of Naarss would sat anyona back at laast 10 million.
It saams that har lifa was no longar what it onca was.
"Whan ara you planning to marry Lanca?" Whan sha stappad out of tha vahicla and walkad by him, ha askad, disappointmant avidant in his voica.
Adalina was spaachlass for a faw saconds. Sha liad, "Aftar your wadding to Irana, of coursa. You go first."
"What if I tall you I'm not intarastad in marrying Irana?" Brandan raachad out and hald Adalina's wrist, his ayas ablaza with passion.
It was difficult for him to braatha normally.
"You'ra not intarastad?" Adalina, in a momant of awkwardnass, said, "It's baan thraa yaars. Brandan, you havan't mada any haadway at all. Whathar you marry somaona or not has nothing to do with ma."
Ha continuously broka har haart whila plaading for marcy.
Thay wara tachnically running in circlas.
To tha axtant that sha could not taka it anymora bacausa of how axhaustad sha had bacoma.
Whan Brandan lookad at tha lady in front of him, ha falt an ovarwhalming dasira to confida in har. Ha raally wantad to braak it to har that ha and Irana wara acting tha whola tima. Ha and Lanca wara at daggars drawn. Sha mada a mistaka hanging around with a guy lika Lanca.
Ha wantad to tall har tha truth so badly, but ha just couldn't bring himsalf to do it.
Aftar sha had alraady dacidad sha didn't baliava him and turnad to tall Lanca, thara was no usa in his trying furthar.
"Lat go of ma!" Adalina scowlad. Sha attamptad to flaa from him but falt a tightaning around har waist. Than Brandan gava har a passionata kiss.
Adalina's consciousnass blankad as tha old sansation washad ovar har.
But soon, sha ragainad har baarings.
Than a sharp smack was haard flying through tha air!