Bye, My Irresistible Love

Chapter 749

Chapter 749: Lucy Is Getting Married

Helen's POV:

Platt always made sure he was comfortable.

Although he was in the hospital right now, he regarded the place as his home.

Whenever I came to see him, I would see him lying on the bed with his phone in his hand.He would also have someone feed him, so he would not have to get up.

The director of the decoration company came to the hospital to visit Platt that afternoon.

At the sight of the director, Platt, who was lying on the bed, asked his caregiver to fetch him some water.He then pointed at his injured leg and miserably said, "My leg is broken, but I still went to court yesterday for you.It was painful and exhausting.You'd better settle the problem, or I'll make you pay an additional fee for emotional trauma."

The director got annoyed at Platt's arrogance.He thought that Platt was only taking advantage of the situation to get more than he should.

"I won't heed your demands.Our company has paid most of the fees from early stages.We've lost a lot."

"What does it have to do with me? This would not have happened had you renovated the club according to my request."

The director did not know what to say, and it took him a while to collect his thoughts.

At last, he cleared his throat and said in a low voice, "We can compensate the original price of 1.2 million dollars at most."

"Since you don't seem sincere at all, there's nothing to talk about.Now, leave, and don't bother me anymore."

As Platt spoke, he waved at his caregiver and asked for a massage.I had never seen anyone know how to enjoy life like him.I shook my head helplessly and said to the director, "Sorry, but the amount we're offering is just our conservative estimate.иσνєℓєвσσк.¢σмThe club has been delayed for a month because of your mistake.The monthly rent alone is 300 thousand dollars, and my client is losing profit on top of it."

The director sighed and tried to negotiate with us again.

At first, he kept the price low, to which I immediately disagreed.

Feeling that I would not easily get swayed, he gritted his teeth and finally offered 1.5 million dollars.

"Now that you've shown your sincerity, I won't make things difficult for you anymore.Let's just settle with 1.5 million."

Platt turned to me and said, "Helen, sign the contract with him."

I took out the agreement I had prepared in advance and handed it to the director.

The latter signed his name and left in dejection.

Platt took the agreement and scanned through it with an amused expression.

"Helen, you really are something.I thought getting 1.2 million dollars was good enough.I never expected to actually receive an additional 300 thousand dollars."

The case went smoother than I had imagined.

Well, it was the other party's fault in the first place.

If they refused to settle the deal in private, their frozen account would remain frozen and they would have to wait for the next trial.

This meant that they would lose more money.

My plan was to be a long-term legal counsel of Platt's sports club, so I had to leave him a good impression of me.

At this moment, I put the case materials into my bag.I'd come back and see him again tomorrow.

Just as I was about to leave, Platt spoke.

"Helen, if you're not too busy, please stay here for a while longer.I want to introduce a friend to you.He's also a lawyer.He'll be here soon."

"Okay."

I sat back on the sofa and waited for that "black-hearted lawyer" Platt had mentioned before.

A few minutes later, a man dressed like an elite entered the ward.

"No wonder you're frustrated and noisy.You broke your leg."

As he spoke, he stared at Platt's broken leg with regret.

Enraged, Platt picked up an orange and threw it at the visitor.

"Get out! I wouldn't care even if you didn't bring me anything, just shut the fuck up.Can't you see that I'm in pain?"

The man moved a little to avoid the orange being thrown at his face.I happened to be sitting on the sofa behind him, so the orange flew in my direction.

Before I could react, the orange hit my glasses, almost breaking it.I took off my glasses and stared at Platt with an icy cold gaze.

"Oh, shit.I'm sorry, Helen.Are you okay? If you're mad, scold him.It's all because he dodged!"

Platt sincerely apologized to me and put all the blame on his friend.

I rubbed my forehead and did not answer.I looked at the visitor and, for some reason, thought he looked familiar.I felt that I had seen him before, but I could not remember when and where.

Did we meet each other when we were handling cases before?

"This is Helen Dewar, the one help me with the decoration dispute.She charges more than you, but it's okay because she's better.I don't mind paying her more," Platt said to the man with a hint of guilt in his voice.

Then, he turned to look at me and continued, "Helen, this is Westley Duffy, the black- hearted lawyer I've told you about before."

Upon us hearing each other's name, everything fell into place.

"It's you!" we said at the same time.

Westley and I had gone to the same university and were in the same class, but we had not seen each other for many years.

No wonder I felt like I had seen him before.

"How did you two know each other?" Platt asked with confusion written all over his face.

"We used to be classmates.Helen here used to be the campus belle.We lost contact after graduation, though.I didn't expect to see her here again."

Platt eyed me from head to toe and incredulously asked, "The campus belle? Her? Is she that pretty?"

Ignoring his gaze, I took out my phone and added Westley to my contacts.

My social life when I was in college was unremarkable.

After class, I would go to work to earn money, so I did not have time to make friends.

Because of this, I barely knew my classmates. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

And when I finally graduated, I did not reach out to them again either.

Westley kept blabbering as if we were close.

"Helen, didn't you focus on merge and acquisition cases before?"

The community of lawyers was small.

Westley must have heard about me before as many of my university classmates were in the same field.

I did not want to talk about the past, so I dismissed the topic.

"I'm doing other things now."

Unlike me, Westley was conversational.

Of course, my social skills improved over the years.I no longer hid away during social events.

And even though socializing was not my strongest suit, I could get by.I could answer almost every topic he threw at me.

Platt, who was leaning against the bed and watching us closely, stared at us with an annoyed expression.

From the way I saw it, he had expected me to pick a fight with Westley.

However, he did not anticipate that the two of us had known each other.

Dissatisfied, Platt grunted from time to time to get our attention.

Westley and I had a tacit understanding.

We paid no attention to Platt and continued to catch up with each other.

Apparently, most of my classmates drifted apart after graduation.

Westley used to be on the debate team when we were in college.

After years of experience, he had become very proficient in speaking and used the skill to do well in the industry.

A few moments later, we started to talk about our other friends.

"If I remember it right, your best friend in college was Lucy, right? You were inseparable at the time.Do you know that she's getting married next month?"

Westley asked with an intriguing smile.