Chapter 138 Mr. Taylor Doesn't Have Time for You
At 3 p.m., Elsa and the sales rep met Dylan. When she returned to the office afterward, it was nearly the end of the workday."Elsa, great job," Sylvie said, handing Elsa a glass of water and giving her a thumbs up.
Elsa forced a smile. "Every cloud has a silver lining."
"Huh?" Sylvie looked confused.
"Never mind, I'll do my best," Elsa quickly replied.
Elsa waited until the end of the workday before heading up to the 16th floor. She needed Luke to make a decision for her. After all, the Taylor Group was the biggest shareholder in Dalton Banks, and this was a big deal.
But Luke wasn't there. Only Max was locking up the CEO's office.
"Mrs. Taylor, Mr. Taylor, he..." Max hesitated. "How about I drive you home?"
"I'm not going home. I need to talk to Luke."
"Mr. Taylor got a call and went to the hospital," Max stammered.
But Elsa got the gist. Luke had been called away by Margaret, and Max didn't want to lie.
"I know about Mr. Collins' illness," Elsa said calmly. "No need to hide it."
"That's good! Mr. Taylor is a sentimental guy. No way he wouldn't go," Max said, relieved.
Elsa nodded and dialed Luke's number.
"Sweetie, Uncle Joe's not doing well. Can you head home on your own?" Luke's voice came through the phone.
It was clear things were hectic on the other end, and Luke sounded impatient.
"Well, I need to discuss something with you."
"If it's urgent, talk to Max. I can't leave right now."
With that, Elsa had no choice but to end the call. She then messaged Sylvie on Facebook.Elsa: [Can I refuse this order?]
Sylvie: [I'm afraid not, dear. You represent Dalton Banks. If you have difficulties, you can ask for help.]
Elsa: [Forget it.]
Elsa felt deflated and wondered, 'How could I ask for help? Should I say that Dylan buying the gem was Karen's way of messing with me or that Dylan's gaze was off?'
'No one will believe me, and even if they do, I still have to go. After all, the other party is offering over a million dollars,' Elsa thought.
That over a million dollars was more than the entire design department's quarterly performance.
At 7 PM, at the Summit Retreat Club, Karen was nowhere to be seen. Dylan sat alone, sipping his coffee. As soon as he spotted Elsa, he waved enthusiastically with a broad smile.
Dylan was a lustful man with a veneer of sophistication. He liked to wear traditional clothing, and the place he chose to meet Elsa was a rather classy club.
Elsa had no interest in the surroundings and simply handed over her tablet.
She offered directly, "Mr. Jones, these are previous cases. You can share your thoughts. I can only give a rough suggestion now; the specifics will require design sketches."
"Let's not talk about that. In such an elegant place, Ms. Miller, you really don't appreciate the finer things."
Dylan waved his hand, his eyes fixed on the woman singing on stage before turning back to Elsa. "Every time I come here, I think the singer is beautiful. But now that Ms. Miller is here, she seems like a mere commoner."
"Mr. Jones, you're too kind. My husband is waiting for me to have dinner at home. Can we discuss the plan first?" Elsa had no choice but to bring up Luke.
Elsa thought that with Luke's status, everyone in Maplewood City would be wary, and Dylan should be no exception.
Unexpectedly, Dylan smiled slightly. "Ms. Miller, you're joking. Mr. Taylor doesn't have time for you. If I'm not mistaken, he's probably at the hospital with Ms. Collins, taking care of Joe right now."
These words were blunt, and Elsa's breath caught.
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