Contract Marriage; Fated Love

“Brief? Hell no! I want full details.”

“Aren’t you going out?”

“Oh! Alright. Make sure you don’t miss out on the main points.”

“Okay, so, his name is Jessy. I met him at the party and girl, he’s so nice, handsome, hot and sexy. Above all, he’s good and amazing in bed.”

“Wait. Was that where you were that night?”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Gu Yanxi nodded with a smirk on her face.

“Crazy child. I was here worried about you. You have many more explanations to make and I will deal with you when I get back,” Emily threatened and stood up.

“Where are you going?”

“I am off to see the Governess. The one I told you about. She requested to see me. There are some things she wants to tell me.”

“How has life been all these past years, Emily?”

“Governess, it hasn’t been easy. I lived an unhappy life at home with my parents as you know. Some years later, I decided to leave the USA for China and I am glad I did.”

“I am happy you don’t regret your decision.”

Emily had carefully avoided telling the Governess the exact situation of things. She didn’t tell her she had gotten married and was now a divorcee. She didn’t tell her she had a child out of wedlock. This was because she didn’t want the older woman asking too many questions and getting worried about her.

The Governess cleared her throat and began.

“I sent for you because I wanted to tell you something. It’s important you listen carefully.”

For a full minute, she said nothing more. Emily decided to break the uncomfortable silence.

“What is it, Governess?”

“Listen…”

She stood before the imposing buildings of Blackwood Towers and thought to herself,

“I am back to claim my possession.”

Then she walked majestically to the entrance. As was expected, the security denied her access for security reasons. She was neither a staff nor a visitor on appointment.

Thirty minutes later, the automatic gates opened to usher in President Noah. He was dressed in a corporate outfit, a suit but he still looked handsome. He was the only occupant of the car, there was no driver. He had driven himself that morning. Noah didn’t notice the woman at the gates. He merely drove in and went straight to the parking lot. People and things had always been trivial to him.

Noah adjusted his tie and put down his pen. He had been reading documents and endorsing his signature for the past one hour. The coffee on his table had gone cold. He stirred it with the teaspoon for two whole minutes in deep thought.

His father had posed a stumbling block to his progress in finding his sister. He had ordered the chiefs at the hospital not to release any more documents to him. He had been too busy mapping out better strategies and making time for his fiancée, Benny Jones to pay his father a visit. He would not let his father stop him from finding his sister, dead or alive. He needed to know what happened after she was born.

He sent for his secretary and asked him to make him another cup of coffee.

His phone rang and it was Benny.

“Good day, my dear president Noah.”

His eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“Afternoon.”

“Can we go out to have lunch, please?

Noah wanted to say no. But he didn’t want her to feel sad and neglected.

“Okay.”

“Thanks sweetie. Will you send someone to pick me up?”

“I will do it myself. Get ready. I will be at the Villa in thirty minutes,” and he hung the call.

His secretary entered with the cup of coffee.

“Sir, you have a visitor. It’s a scheduled appointment.”

“Who is that?”

“Mr Francis Lee, from Donmack companies.”

Noah sipped his coffee and said nothing.

“Should I let him in, sir? the secretary asked cautiously. He didn’t want to offend the president; he knew the consequences. Questioning President Noah was a taboo and an unwritten but the most important law in the company.

“Yes. Get him a cup of coffee too, with plenty of milk.”

Mr Francis and Noah were friends.

“You don’t look good,” Mr Francis was quick to notice when he entered the office.

“Yeah, I’m troubled but I will sort it out. Have a seat. How are you doing?”

The coffee was brought in and handed to Mr Francis by the secretary.

“You know, Blackwood, we haven’t gone for the lunch we agreed on.”

Noah laughed.

“Can you stop calling me Blackwood, Francis? My name is Noah!”

“Blackwood sounds better. I can’t stop.”

“Maybe because I didn’t correct this mess on time. I think I will throw you a punch next time.”

Both laughed heartily.

“I always do a good job lightening your mood.”

“Yes, you do. It’s a pity we rarely get to meet. It’s always work and schedules.”

“Well, my presence here today isn’t any different from work, either.”

“Sadly.”

“Common, Blackwood. We could hang out this weekend.”

“I would love to but I will be busy during the weekend and…”

“Move your schedule.”

“Hey man! And why?”

“Because it’s Francis Lee asking! You gats put me first before that silly schedule of yours.”

“Francis Lee indeed. You are still the same, you haven’t changed one bit. Alright then. Let’s see how the weekend goes.”

“Nice coffee I must say. You enjoy this everyday. I could steal yours now, you know.”

Noah jokingly rolled his eyes at him.

“Okay. Over to business. You know your fiancée had rejected virtually all our designs, despite how good and grand they were. I have decided to hire a renowned designer.”

“Well, you know best. I just want the best and I want to give my fiancée the honour of making the decision. As long as she likes it, it’s fine.”

“Alright then. We will proceed to hire her. See you.”

Francis gulped down his coffee and off he went.

Noah stopped him at the door and asked,

“Who is this designer?”

“Her name is all over the news. She helped Ye Night’s company bag the Asian world jewellery competition. She’s called Butterfly Designs. She will surely deliver,” he answered from the door and shut it.