Chapter 68 Forever lasting
Philippe's hand still reluctant to let go, he lowered his head and said to the girl in his arms, "I'll bring you afternoon tea later. Do you have any particular cravings?"
"You have nothing to do?"
"Just happened to be free."
John, who was in the driver's seat, heard this and froze for a moment. Mr. Bourbon, you have two meetings and three partners to meet this afternoon, plus more than a dozen documents that need your approval...
Are you sure you have nothing to do?
"I'm not hungry."
Abella was about to get out of the car, but Philippe reached out and held her tightly, "Just a little longer."
"We'll be late!"
"Just a little longer."
Philippe took a deep breath of her fragrance, it smelled good and made him want to linger.
"Don't bring me food this afternoon." Abella's tone was helpless. "I'm a bit busy."
"Do you want me to help?"
"No need."
After being entangled by him for a while, Abella let go of his hand and walked towards the direction of the company.
"Mr. Bourbon, why do I feel like Abella Miss can't wait to leave..." John watched Abella's figure as she walked away, then looked at the rearview mirror, Philippe's gaze never leaving the girl for a second.
"Oh, by the way, Mr. Bourbon, the restaurant manager asked me to give this to you..." John opened his phone and sent several pictures to Philippe's WhatsApp.
They were pictures of them having lunch on the Ferris wheel, a beautiful and attractive couple.
If Philippe hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it. When he looked at Abella, there was a soft and indulgent light in his eyes.
Although Abella was looking at the scenery outside with her side face, she didn't notice.
He noticed her gaze.
But that didn't stop him from attentively and earnestly admiring her beauty.
At that moment, what was she thinking? Her eyes were so pure, untouched by any impurities, like clear flowing water.
Phillipe's slender fingers slid across the screen, and he looked at other photos as well. Each angle was captured. He uttered a word in a calm tone, "Beautiful."
John transferred $10,000 to the restaurant manager.
"Fairly, Mr. Bourbon, I also took a few pictures..." John sent Phillipe the pictures he had secretly taken.
It was a photo of later when Phillipe had his arm around Abella, admiring the scenery.
The two of them, a talented man and a beautiful woman, seemed suited for each other.
"Mr. Bourbon, I want to clarify that I didn't expect anything in return. I took the pictures because I thought you two looked good together..." John was worried that Mr. Bourbon might blame him, after all, he took the photos without Phillipe's knowledge.
But Phillipe didn't say a word. After two seconds, John's phone made a sound, receiving a WhatsApp transfer.
His eyes widened. It was $99,999, five nines!
Mr. Bourbon transferred this much money to him at once? Was this a reward?!
While suppressing his excitement, John asked with some confusion, "But Mr. Bourbon, what does this number mean..."
Phillipe saved each photo one by one and said, "It represents me and Abella, forever and ever, with the number 9."
"..." He only asked about a number, why did he feel like he had bitten into a mouthful of dog food out of nowhere?!
Phillipe set his two favorite photos as his screensaver and wallpaper, then looked at the company where the girl worked. His gaze held reluctance. "Let's go back to the group."
John sensed the longing in his tone. Tsk, Miss Abella hasn't been gone for long, and he's already starting to miss her?
the Bourbon family group.
Lola prepared six servings of afternoon tea for the six receptionists, leaving them elated.
"Miss Lola, it's been a while since we last saw you! You come back and bring us treats!"
"It's still from Jufu Restaurant. It's too expensive. How can we enjoy it knowing it's so pricey?"
"We're so lucky! Lola has been bringing us food for these past few years."
"Long time no see, Lola. You're as beautiful as ever!"
"We're so fortunate to have a generous lady like Miss Lola. Not only is she beautiful, but she also excels in various talents, overshadowing those rich young ladies!"
...
Listening to their praises, Lola smiled and playfully scolded them, "There's no honey added to the afternoon tea, yet you all have such sweet tongues~"
"Miss Lola, you're becoming more and more beautiful. Can you please tell us your secrets?"
One of the receptionists blushed and rested her chin on her hands, admiring Lola's appearance. So fair, not a single pimple in sight.
"I advise you not to overestimate yourself, Miss Lola. Your everyday life
"The skincare products they use must be expensive, we cannot afford them." Lola listened to their argument, smiling, about to say something when she noticed them stand up, looking flustered as they adjusted their appearances, respectfully calling out, "Good afternoon, Mr. Bourbon!"
Lola turned around and saw that Philippe had returned.
"Phillipe ~" Lola was about to run over, but a few executives beat her to it.
They saw Philippe and rushed over to report the emergency situation. Everyone hurried towards the elevator, unaware that someone had just called Philippe's name.
It was John who stayed behind and blocked Lola's path. "Miss Lola, you're here? Are you looking for Mr. Bourbon?"
"This is the afternoon tea I bought for Philippe, and there's one for you as well. I have something I want to talk to Philippe about." Lola looked at the figure walking towards the elevator, feeling sanxious. However, John wouldn't let her approach, and she couldn't do anything about it.
"I have something to discuss with Philippe."
"Mr. Bourbon has an urgent matter to attend to."
"I can wait."
"Mr. Bourbon will be busy for a while. Miss Lola, it's best for you to go home and wait. If there's anything, you can call Mr. Bourbon or send him a message."
"It's okay, I'll go up and wait. There are some things I need to say to him in person."
Lola persisted, but John kept blocking her. "Miss Lola, why not tell me what's going on? I can relay the message for you..."
Lola became annoyed by his obstruction, but considering her status, she maintained a polite smile. "Is Gabriel going to keep blocking me?"
"Sorry, I'm just afraid that Miss Lola will have waited in vain..."
"I've already said it's okay. However long he's busy, I'll wait."
Lola brushed past him and walked towards the direction of the elevator.
John, realizing that she was part of the Medici family, didn't embarrass her on the spot, but he knew she was going to suffer if she didn't heed his advice.
Mr. Bourbon's heart only had Miss Abella in it, with no one else...
He could only follow along.
The six front desk employees didn't know what was happening, but they vaguely felt that something was going on.
"Do you think Mr. Bourbon doesn't like Miss Lola?"
"No way! Miss Lola is so outstanding, in terms of appearance, education, talent, and family background... There's no one else like her in this world!"
"But why is Gabriel blocking her?"
"Mr. Bourbon didn't neglect Miss Lola. You all saw it too, When he entered, so many executives approached him to deal with things. Gabriel didn't want Miss Lola to wait in vain, considering this."
"He treats everyone with a cold demeanor, as if his eyes are only on work! We've been here for several days, and he hasn't spared us a glance!"
The employees speculated among themselves, sensing that there was more to the situation.
"Isn't Mr. Bourbon checking us out this year?"
"No, not at all."
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