Chapter 187 Goodnight, Sweetheart
At the mention of James's plan, Juliet Weaver's head snapped up, eyes brimming with hope.
"Don't look at me like that, it's useless."
"You've wrecked your own path, who else is to blame?"
Juliet Weaver sobbed.
"Mr. James, do I still have a chance?"
James was silent for a moment.
"In a couple of days, my artist Grace has a red carpet event at Fashion Week. You'll accompany her, get some camera time."
"Gra... Grace?"
Juliet Weaver paused, hearing the familiar name.
Everyone knew Grace was the Curtis family's darling daughter, and James's protégé—a badge of honor for him.
"Yeah, I'll handle it. You just need to focus on four words."
"Stay out of trouble."
"If you mess up again before you've secured your spot in the industry, we'll cut ties."
Juliet Weaver's heart pounded, and she reached out, grasping for James's sleeve.
"I'll be good, I promise!"
The plane touched down at Airport.
As soon as Myron Curtis took out his phone, he received a message from Luann Weaver.
“Have you arrived?”
There was also a summary of an incident in X from Eddy.
Myron Curtis dialed the phone.
"Luann."
"Yep."
A lazy, sweet voice came through, adorable like the mewl of a kitten.
"Sleeping already?"
Normally, Luann Weaver wouldn't sleep until well past midnight; by local time, it should be only ten in the evening.
Luann Weaver sighed, "Got tired from all the drama that happened tonight."
Myron Curtis was already briefed on that 'drama' by Eddy.
"Then get some rest."
Luann lazily replied, "Your call woke me, might be hard to fall back asleep now."
"Sorry," Myron Curtis said apologetically.
After a pause, he ventured, "Want me to lull you back to sleep?"
Luann Weaver heard some background noise on Myron Curtis's end, a clear sign that he was still at the airport.
Feeling a bit mischievous, she teased, "It's not totally out of the question. Why don't you give it a try?"
Myron Curtis glanced silently at the people around him. Then, he began to hum softly.
Luann couldn't help but giggle joyfully, "Alright, alright, I'll let you off the hook."
Myron breathed a sigh of relief.
He had just walked out of the terminal.
There was a car parked on the street.
Andrew, donned in a gray suit, stood beside it. As he was about to greet Myron, he saw a gesture that stopped him in his tracks.
Without a word, Andrew glanced at his phone, then opened the car door.
The vehicle started to move slowly.
The interior was eerily quiet.
That's when a voice so sly and tender it could only be described as devilish slid from the back seat.
"How about I tell you a fairy tale instead?"
Andrew and the driver both shivered in unison, disbelievingly turning their gaze toward the rearview mirror to see the handsome man with a look of gentle warmth on his face.
Holy smokes. What the hell?
Since when was their stoic, ice-cold boss this tender?
It seemed the person on the other end of the line had accepted the offer. Myron paused, then really did begin to weave a tale.
"Once upon a time, there was a forest, and within that forest stood a castle. In that castle lived a queen who bore a princess..."
His deep, magnetic voice was exceptionally captivating, even the driver became so enchanted that he shivered and nearly dozed off.
Shaking his head vigorously, he glanced at the sun hanging in the sky through the window.
Today, the boss was definitely not his usual self.
While stopped at a red light, he couldn't resist asking Andrew in a hushed tone.
"Andrew, did the boss have a kid or something?"
After a brief silence, Andrew replied, "He doesn't have a child; he has a wife now."
"The way he's coddling her like a child... it's just too sappy."
Andrew straightened his tie, "You've never had a wife, of course, you wouldn't understand."
The driver remained silent.
Okay, he really didn't get it.
Once Myron finished his tale, there was no immediate response from Luann.
Curtis curled his lips into a slight smile, his perfect face graced with an affectionate grin.
"Goodnight, darling."
What he didn't know was that Luann, holding the disconnected call against her chest, was curled up in her blankets like a shrimp.
Her messy black hair fell over her face, and her neck, shadowed and tilted, had a delicate blush against her pale skin.
Her heart pounded uncontrollably.
She couldn't fathom why listening to Myron's voice made her feel this way...
Myron Curtis carefully placed his cell phone aside.
Andrew, sitting in the passenger seat, cautiously inquired, "Has your wife hit the hay already?"
Myron Curtis, unusually in a good mood, grunted affirmatively and added, "She's been swamped with work at the firm lately. Probably exhausted on weekdays."
"The boss hasn't discussed... these matters with your wife, has he?"
Andrew, Myron's longtime right-hand man, had never seen him with any woman but one. Anyone who tried to get close was swiftly shown the door by Myron's men, all except for one—Luann Weaver.
She was the exception.
Yet, Myron Curtis shook his head slightly, his tone darkening for reasons unknown.
"No."
Andrew didn't press any further, choosing instead to smartly change the subject.
"Do you want to head to the gallery now, or shall we wait for the auction at RH tonight?"
Checking the time, Myron Curtis said nonchalantly, "There's time."
"Yes, sir," Andrew acknowledged, then added after a pause, "Although RH has done an excellent job keeping things under wraps, word has it that someone might have got wind about the pink diamond."
Myron's expression turned cold and stern.
"Who."
Andrew's lips tightened, his voice lowering with a hint of gravity, "It might be that guy's people..."
The mood in the car turned icy.
"If they dare to come, then they won't be returning," Myron uttered, each word deliberate and menacing.
Andrew nodded immediately, "Understood!"
The sound broke the silence of the enclosed space.
"Second-in-command, our men are in position."
"The RH auction starts in an hour. We should head there now."
Adolph casually wiped his gleaming scalpel and tucked it into a hidden arm holster. He then removed his pristine lab coat and reached for the jacket nearby.
"Let's go."
Benjamin handed him a mask.
"Sir, your mask."
Adolph took a brief look at it. "No need, I've already reviewed the guest list for RH."
Upon hearing this, Benjamin put the mask back.
To maintain a low profile, they travelled with just the driver and Benjamin—their trusted confidant.
The car drove off towards a secluded area, slowly coming to a stop as the evening sky turned bleak.
Adolph looked up calmly, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
"I'm determined to get that item tonight, no matter what it takes."
