The President’s Stubborn Love

Even if Night Group had run into some problems recently, with Aaron’s strict management style, no one would be bold enough to sell information to a rival company.

Unless the person hates him so much.

Or, perhaps, it was someone who broke the ice and wanted to use him to divert public opinion from the outside world.

“Mr. Swift, I don’t understand a word you’re saying, we at Carson Group got these projects on merit, are you saying that now to take advantage of the situation?”

Jeremie yelled up at the top of her lungs, “Aaron, I didn’t think you were so sore loser.”

Bang.

Aaron swung his fist and punched, and the scene was randomly thrown into chaos.

By the time the others went over to pull them apart, Jeremie was already bruised and battered, and reporters were snapping pictures and even thinking of tomorrow’s top headline, Night Group loses its project and Aaron beats someone up in public at the venue.

Someone even wrote about the more explosive histrionics, with gossip that Jeremie used to date Nola, so his beating by Aaron comes down to a love feud.

For two days in a row, Aaron’s name was in the headlines, more so than his previous fame of taking down star projects.

Eral stood with the PR manager in front of Aaron, silently bearing the oppressive atmosphere in the office.

“Mr. Swift, it’s all taken care of.”

The Night Group spent a fortune to beg the Carson Group’s forgiveness and to suppress those stories, but the damage done financially due to the damage to their reputation is still being calculated.

What is needed most at the moment is for Aaron to appear in the public eye and redeem his personal image.

“How many days?”

Eral froze for a moment when he heard this from his own president, “You are asking …”

“Sherry’s been missing, for a few days.” The man’s voice was deep and cold to the bone.

“It’s been six days, and the police will temporarily release the Nola family from surveillance control for 24 hours until there are new developments in the case before taking the next step.”

This is the latest news from Eral’s prying eyes.

The words fell, the man’s face facing the floor-to-ceiling window suppressed his anger, “Tomorrow morning at the latest, she will definitely appear, send someone to the airport and the pier to keep watch, once found, bring her back immediately.”

Although Sherry’s whereabouts are now unknown, it is a fact that the police found her clothes by the river.

But Aaron just had it in his head that she must still be alive.

Eral hung his head in response, “Yes, Mr. Swift.”

The office was quiet again, so quiet that every second of his breathing was clear, and the emotions that swirled under his eyes were indistinguishable from his own.

He knew only one thing for sure, and the days he hadn’t heard from Sherry had been unsettling.

He couldn’t think straight, but the thought of Sherry’s possible burial was too much for him, and a pent-up anger and pain tormented him day and night.

…

That evening, the city’s south quay.

A limousine was parked in front of Sherry, with a man she didn’t recognize.

The driver on the other side also simply said that they had been asked by Professor Miller to come and take her on board.

Can you believe it?

She managed to get away from Aaron, repeatedly cautious, and looked for a long time at the half-formed face looming behind the car window.

The night was calm and clear, the man’s voice was as ethereal as classical music, but deep in the vocal line there was a touch of oppression that could not be denied.

“Sherry, my time is limited, if you don’t get in the car and they catch you, don’t make it public that Professor Miller is favoring you, understand?”

Not two seconds after the words were spoken.

Sherry pulled open the car door and sat straight in.

Her body was still taut, and the tension she hid fell into the man’s eyes in return for a light laugh.

“Professor Miller is right about one thing, you do have a lot of nerve.”

What do you mean?

Sherry was about to look over when he coldly ordered the driver to drive, so she withdrew her eyes and sat quietly.

People like them will have nothing more to do with her.

The car crossed the bridge along the lorry lane on the other side in a single lane and as far as I could see, a long queue began to form in the same lane as earlier, and if Sherry hadn’t got into his car, she would have been questioned soon.

The Garcia Family went to such lengths to find her!

Sherry’s hand tightened back, “Please thank Professor Miller for me.”

“That’s your business.”

The man’s words were cold and icy, and there was no half-hearted look on his face, not in boredom, but as if Sherry were air.

Sherry choked for a moment, but thought about the other person who had somehow made such a trip and why she had to deliver the message for her.

She cooperated by keeping her mouth shut and not bothering him anymore.

It was only when the port staff in front of them stopped their car that Sherry panicked and subconsciously had to shrink and hide.

Before she could make a move, a hand squeezed her shoulder from the side.

“No harm done.”

Just two soft, faint words.

Then the car came to a steady stop.

Instead of rolling down the window, the driver just got out and engaged them, seemingly indicating the identity of the man in the car.

Sherry’s heart leapt into her throat.

But the next second, she had a book in her hand, “Professor Miller asked me to give it to you.”

Sherry whispered her thanks and no more words were exchanged between the two, and the driver returned to the car and continued on his way, and five minutes later Sherry was dropped off at a private port on the other side.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

There were also two extra boat tickets in hand, for the early hours of tonight.

Then the car drove out of her view.

Three hours later, in a downtown star hotel room.

The man pulled back his tie and leaned back on the sofa, glancing absently out the window, “At this hour, it should be on board.”

“Who’s on board?” A flirtatious, sassy figure stepped out of the bathroom.

“No one.”

The woman frowned, although a little older, she was well maintained and her peach blossom eyes blinked and blinked, “Where are the books I asked you to buy for me?”

“… gave it away.” Sensing that something was wrong, he got up at once and headed out.

“Edward Colin, did you know that book was a limited edition, who did you give it to, and get it back to me now!”

He closed the door with his backhand, shutting out the voice behind him.

The phone vibrated once.

It was a message from Miller, “Edward, I asked you to help me get someone on board, did you see her leave with your own eyes?”

Edward steps into the other side of the corridor and moves his fingertips to cut out the phone screen.

The headline on the news page is eye-catching.

“An old lover who has been missing for days turns up in a late-night port for a life-and-death parting.”

His long, happy figure is reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window, his brow still expressionless, his hand raised to take a cigarette from his coat pocket, his hand pausing before he throws it back into the bin.

Sherry, who was supposed to be on board, was standing at Nola’s home at this point, already carrying her injuries.

And Aaron, with the Garcia Family, sat across from her.

The rage that held in those eyes almost burned her on the spot.