Chapter 913 Astonishing Beauty
"Sorry, Mr. Foster, it's my fault for not keeping an eye on him," Kieran said, looking guilty.
Finnegan waved it off. "It's not on you. Grandpa's always been stubborn. He does what he wants. You couldn't have stopped him. He still thinks he's invincible and just wanders off whenever he feels like it."
Mason had been in the military when he was young, had strong opinions, and was very stubborn. No one could stop him from doing what he wanted.
He had sneaked out of the nursing home more than once.
Talking to Mason wouldn't help; he wouldn't listen.
"And he didn't even bring his heart meds. Luckily, he ran into a doctor."
Kieran still felt a chill thinking about Mason collapsing.
Finnegan nodded, worried but didn't press for more details.
Two hours later, the surgery was done, and the doctor came out.
"Doctor, how's my grandpa?" Finnegan asked quickly.
"The patient is fine now. Thanks to someone performing emergency measures before he was brought in, otherwise, he wouldn't have made it," the doctor said.
Finnegan sighed in relief, thanked the doctor, and went to the ward.
Mason was still out cold, so Finnegan sat in the ward working, waiting for him to wake up.
It wasn't until evening that Mason woke up.
"Grandpa, you're awake?"
Mason glanced at him, his eyes gradually clearing, and nodded slightly.
Finnegan pretended to be angry and said, "Why did you keep sneaking out? You almost lost your life this time. At least, you should take the medicine with you."
Mason smiled weakly. "Having lived a long life, if I pass away, so be it. At least I may have the opportunity to reunite with your grandmother in the afterlife."
Finnegan glared at him and said, "Don't talk nonsense. If you behave, you can live another twenty years."
Mason chuckled. "I owe a huge debt to the kind person who saved me today. Please thank them properly for me."
Finnegan looked at Kieran and asked, "Kieran, did you get their contact information?"
Kieran replied, "No, I was too panicked to think of that. The doctor seemed unwell, clutching his chest and looking very pale after helping Mr. Hayes."
Mason said, "That person is truly kind. Finnegan, if you don't have their contact information, find it quickly. We must repay them properly."
Finnegan said, "Don't worry, I'll have someone look into it right away."
Mason nodded, seeing Finnegan checking the time, he said, "If you have things to do, go ahead. Don't worry, I've got a lot of life left in me."
At this moment, Finnegan's parents arrived after hearing the news.
The ward became lively.
Seeing this, Finnegan said goodbye to them.
Then he had the driver take him to the Oman Hotel.
Meanwhile, Zephyr had spent the afternoon studying wine culture in the bookstore.
Jane had gone out midway.
When Zephyr was feeling dizzy from reading about various types of wine, he received a call from Jane.
"Hello?"
"Zephyr, you're still at the bookstore, right?"
"Yeah, where are you?"
Zephyr was so engrossed in his reading that he didn't ask where Jane had gone.
"I'm almost at the bookstore entrance. Come out," Jane said.
Zephyr responded, picked out seven or eight books, paid for them, and then left the bookstore.
As night fell, the neon lights on both sides of the street lit up.
The traffic and pedestrians on the road were still bustling.
Zephyr looked around, searching for Jane.
At that moment, a car pulled up by the roadside, and someone got out.
"Zephyr, over here."
Jane was wearing a starry blue fitted gown.
The off-shoulder design revealed her smooth shoulders and delicate collarbones.
The fitted design accentuated Jane's slender waist.
Her hair was styled, with one side pinned up with a crystal clip, revealing her ears adorned with tassel earrings.
There was a hint of allure in her elegance.
She was incredibly feminine.
Zephyr stared at Jane in a daze, and the bag in his hand suddenly dropped to the ground.
It wasn't until it hit his foot that he snapped back to reality.
Jane found his stunned expression amusing.
She lifted her skirt and walked over, helping Zephyr pick up the bag.
"Seriously, I just changed my outfit, and you're this shocked?"
A trace of discomfort crossed Zephyr's face.
He took the bag, trying to act composed. "You left this afternoon to get styled?"
Jane nodded and said, "Yes, it's my first time accompanying you to a cocktail party. I had to dress up."
'Indeed, she is dressed to the nines, stunningly beautiful,' Zephyr thought to himself.
He then heard Jane's teasing voice.
"I see it in your eyes. My makeover was a success, wasn't it?"
Zephyr felt a bit embarrassed.
He had seen beautiful women before.Although Jane had just dressed up a bit, he didn't need to be so startled.
"If a professional stylist couldn't make you look good, how ugly would you have to be?"
Jane gave him a sidelong glance and said, "Zephyr, is it so tough for you to say I look good? Who was it that stared at me when I changed my outfit the other day?"
Zephyr cleared his throat, not saying anything, pretending to be deaf and mute.
Jane was indeed very beautiful. With a little grooming, she was a total knockout.
He remembered Jane's words from their first meeting, when she said she had been a beauty as a child.
But later, she became a cop and started neglecting her appearance because of work.
It seemed she wasn't lying.
Jane must have been adorable as a child.
The two got into the car and headed to the Oman Hotel.
At the hotel entrance, the valet parked their car.
Jane took Zephyr's arm, and they entered the banquet hall together.
Zephyr had attended countless such cocktail parties, so he was very familiar with them.
He nodded to both familiar and unfamiliar faces.
Jane, though not very experienced, had attended a few such events and was also very composed.
"Mr. Wright, Ms. Harvey, you're here."
Seeing them, Quentin quickly came over.
His eyes lit up when he saw Jane.
"Ms. Harvey, you look beautiful tonight."
"Thank you for the compliment."
Jane smiled slightly, looking around. "Have you seen Finnegan?"
"He hasn't arrived yet," Quentin replied.
"Have you met any familiar clients? If so, please introduce us," Jane said.
"Sure."
Quentin didn't dare slack off.
His current position was to do his job well.
As for the rivalry between Hubert and Zephyr, it had nothing to do with him.
Quentin introduced a few business clients to them.
Zephyr held a glass of wine, chatting with a few people.
Business people were shrewd.
Although they looked down on Zephyr's illegitimate status, they were still polite on the surface.
Jane stood by, listening to Zephyr's elegant conversation, and smiled slightly.
Although Zephyr said he had never done business, he exuded confidence and presence today.
She believed that talent would always stand out, no matter the location.
At that moment, someone approached and tentatively called out, "Jane?"
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