Chapter 290 So You Like the Innocent Type
Margaret was already quite satisfied that he didn't immediately reject her.
She also understood Joseph well; he was such a renowned lawyer.
The Hughes Family hadn't collapsed, if her parents were still alive. She would still have some confidence.
But now, everything was different. She had no leverage, no money.
Moreover, Joseph had never lost a case, and Raymond's influence was so great now. Joseph really had no reason to make an enemy of Raymond for someone unrelated to her.
If Joseph won, it would be fine, but if he lost, he would also suffer.
So she could understand and sympathize with Joseph's decision.
"Then I'll trouble you," Margaret forced a smile.
Joseph smiled and said, "We're alumni, no need to be so formal. Come on, let's have a drink."
Margaret raised her glass, which was filled with water.
She clinked glasses with Joseph.
"You two really have a refined taste, meeting here of all places," A mocking male voice suddenly floated over, light and intrusive.
Margaret then heard Joseph smilingly greet Raymond, "Raymond, long time no see. Come, have a seat."
Upon hearing this, she looked up.
Margaret saw Raymond in a grayish-blue coat, standing straight and expressionless, frowning beside Joseph.
Behind him was a pretty woman with a good figure, dressed in professional attire.
Margaret glanced at the name tag on her clothes: Evelyn Anderson, a client manager.
Evelyn's gaze was also sizing up Margaret and Joseph sitting opposite her.
Evelyn teased with a smile, "Mr. Miller, is this your girlfriend? So you like the pure type."
Margaret awkwardly picked up her glass and took a sip of water.
Raymond's gaze on Margaret grew even darker.
Joseph seemed quite familiar with the client manager and quickly explained with a smile, "No, she's an alumna. She's married, don't joke around, or her husband might misunderstand."
"Her husband isn't here, how would he hear?" Evelyn sneered.
Joseph awkwardly glanced at the standing Raymond, about to point out that Raymond was Margaret's husband.
Raymond spoke up, "You two are having a meal together, we won't intrude. We'll discuss some projects next door."
Then he turned and quickly walked up the stairs to a private room.
Evelyn was about to leave too.
Joseph called out to her, kindly reminding her, "Raymond is married, he has a family. Don't throw yourself at him."
Evelyn smiled sweetly, "I won't throw myself at him, but what if he throws himself at me? I might not be able to resist."
Joseph was about to speak.
Margaret, who had been silent and just drinking water, lifted her eyelids and lightly smiled at the client manager, "He doesn't like your type. Throwing yourself at him won't work."
Margaret's words were quite a buzzkill.
Evelyn frowned, sizing up Margaret from head to toe, then sneered and mocked, "Who are you to him? How do you know what type he likes? Besides, if he doesn't like my type, does he like yours?"
Saying this, Evelyn glanced at Joseph and complained, "Mr. Miller, your alumna are really annoying. Meddling in so many things."
Evelyn turned and walked up the stairs in her high heels, already fantasizing about securing the project, having some drinks, and something happening with Raymond.
Evelyn had just pushed open the private room door.
She saw Raymond had already taken off his grayish-blue coat, which was draped over the chair back.
He was only wearing a black shirt, with a loosely tied tie around his neck.
A watch adorned his wrist, and the luxurious chandelier above emitted a dazzling light.
Falling on Raymond, he appeared mature and distinguished.
Like a fine wine, the longer it aged, the better it tasted.
Raymond lazily leaned back in his chair, holding a cigarette between his fingers, smoking.
He saw the stylishly dressed Evelyn swaying her hips as she walked in, coquettishly saying, "Mr. Howard, I'm so sorry for being late and keeping you waiting."
Closing the door, Evelyn took the initiative to pour red wine from the table into Raymond's glass.
He didn't stop her; he accepted the wine she handed over and drank it.
Evelyn was very happy, thinking Raymond was interested in her.
So what if he was married? He couldn't resist a pretty woman.
Raymond didn't eat much, even though the table was filled with many expensive dishes.
He was just drinking, and Evelyn drank with him.
"Did you bring the contract?" Raymond asked with a smile while drinking.
Thinking they were about to discuss cooperation, she took out the contract while saying, "Yes. Please take a look, Mr. Howard, and feel free to give any guidance."
Raymond took it, smoking, opened the folder, and glanced at it.
Then he threw the folder on the table, "Go back and tell your boss that the Hughes Group doesn't plan to cooperate with you anymore."
"Why? Mr. Howard, is there some misunderstanding? When we were at the Hughes Group, you didn't have this attitude," Evelyn hurriedly said.
Raymond picked up the coat draped over the chair and put it on, finding her really annoying.
At the dining table downstairs, Margaret was eating in silence.
Joseph, seeing her not speaking, thought she was angry and quickly explained, "Margaret, don't misunderstand, she was just joking."
Actually, it wasn't a joke.
Raymond indeed didn't like her type; he liked women like Sarah.
Evelyn's mockery was quite on point.
"Margaret, you're not angry, are you?" Joseph asked again.
Margaret put down her utensils, took a few tissues, and wiped the oil off her lips, "I'm not that petty."
"That's good."
"I'm done eating, Joseph. Please consider the case and contact me. I'm in a hurry. Even if you don't take it, please don't waste my time," Margaret sincerely requested.
Because she really didn't have much time left.
She could collapse at any moment, just like Nancy, and never wake up again.
"Don't worry, I'll give you a reply by tonight," Joseph said gentlemanly.
Hearing the footsteps came from the stairs, Margaret and Joseph both looked over.
They saw Raymond, wearing a grayish-blue coat, with a slightly flushed face, quickly coming down the stairs.
Margaret was quite surprised that they had finished eating so quickly.
Evelyn followed behind Raymond, still smiling and saying, "Mr. Howard, you've had alcohol, you shouldn't drive. Why not give me the keys, and I'll be your driver? Rest assured, my driving skills are top-notch."
Margaret's heart tightened.
Looking at Raymond, her gaze became complicated. 'Raymond, would you give her the keys and let her drive you home?'
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