A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 76

Jason, ignoring everyone’s expressions, nodded at the executive who was presenting slides, “Carry on.”

The executive had no choice but to continue, but he still concealed some information about revenue, fearing that Eleanor would

steal the info.

Seeing this, Eleanor couldn’t interrupt anymore and just sat down next to Jason obediently.

It wasn’t until the end of the meeting that Eleanor chased Jason down and asked, “Why did you let me sit and listen?”

Jason lowered his head and looked at Eleanor, who was a head shorter than him, and gently replied, “You seemed eager, so I let you listen.”

Eleanor was taken aback, not expecting this reason. She said, “You aren’t you afraid that I’ll report the Clowers Group’s information to the Ratliff Group?”

“It’s all unimportant numbers, and…” Jason paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled, “I trust you.”

His smile was no different from before, clear and bright.

It was as if he was still Garett, not the Jason who trampled her artificial heart with two steps.

“Get ready, tonight you’re going to a banquet with me.” Said Jason

Eleanor snapped out of her daze, “A banquet?”

Jason nodded, “The Mallory family’s dinner party, I need a female companion, so Ms. Shultz, you’ll be filling in for now.”

Was accompanying him as a partner also part of a personal assistant’s job?

The Mallory family wasn’t a particularly prominent family, and someone like Bernard probably wouldn’t attend the party.

Eleanor thought about it and agreed.

After all, once the bidding was over, Jason would return to B City.

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Naturally, accompanying the Clowers Group’s president required an appropriate dress.

Jason wouldn’t let her refuse, and he took her directly to an upscale mall in A City.

She and Hailey had been here before but were not allowed to enter due to their attire.

Those who could enter were wealthy, and the merchandise was all luxury bespoke, designed by a famous designer from F Country.

Jason bought her a custom–made long dress, a pair of handmade crystal–studded shoes, and a full set of makeup, without hesitation.

Colter, on the side, was dumbfounded at Jason’s spending for a wornan.

Eleanor, enduring Colter’s fierce gaze, thought about the delivery fee she’d have to spend tomorrow.

After the makeup artist finished her makeup, she pulled up the curtain.

Jason, who was sitting on the sofa and looking down at his phone looked up instinctively when he heard the curtain opening.

The custom–made, waist–hugging, backless dress perfectly displayed her sexy figure.

Her slender waist, without an ounce of excess fat, sculpted a perfect curve.

Above her flat abdomen, her breasts were faintly visible, fluctuating seductively. Her exposed skin was glowing without any blemishes.

And that delicate face, adorned with noble features, was too stunning to be disrespected.

Just, in her eyes, there was a hint of indifference, also a touch of despair.

That was right, despair, the emotion Jason felt every time he looked into her eyes.

It was only now that he found an adjective to describe the emotions in her eyes.

What on earth had happened to her to make her so desperate?