Chapter 22 Taking Everything that Comes
The atmosphere at this dinner was somewhat oppressive.
Everyone looked at Luann Weaver with questioning eyes.
Wasn't Luann Weaver from the countryside? How could she have such a deep understanding of these things?
Luann Weaver barely touched her chopsticks throughout the meal. When she got up to go to the restroom, Alisha Mullen followed her.
Upon exiting the restroom, Alisha Mullen noticed Luann Weaver fixing her makeup in front of the mirror.
"It seems you are more than just a pretty face."
Alisha Mullen chuckled lightly.
"They say beautiful women have thorns and are not easy to approach."
"But I find Miss Weaver particularly approachable."
"Especially for men."
"It seems she accepts everyone."
The sound of flowing water splashed onto Luann Weaver's hands. She lowered her eyes, making it difficult to see her expression.
"Manager Mullen shouldn't have such a narrow view to be able to sit in her current position."
"Do you really think something you fancy would be treasured by someone else?"
Luann Weaver picked up a neatly folded tissue and calmly wiped her hands.
She took out the necklace worth 100,000 yuan from her pocket and tossed it, along with the wet tissue, into the trash can.
Alisha Mullen's eyes narrowed.
In Luann Weaver's proud voice, she said, "Don't worry."
"I despise this kind of thing."
For a moment, it was unclear if she was referring to Carlton Daniel or the necklace.
"But some people still bend over to pick up this 'treasure.'"
Luann Weaver chuckled lightly and walked away.
Alisha Mullen stood frozen in place, her body trembling slightly.
It wasn't until the restroom door closed that she glanced around before finally reaching into the trash can.
Before returning to the private room, Luann Weaver heard Carlton Daniel calling her.
"Miss Weaver."
"There's a piano tour exhibition happening soon and I would like to invite you to see it."
Luann Weaver's gaze fell on the invitation that was handed to her, and the familiar name on it brought back some unforgettable memories.
Carlton Daniel noticed Luann Weaver’s expression.
Luann Weaver was a little distracted, but she seized the opportunity to strike while the iron was hot.
"This Vincenzo Norman is a world-class pianist! He's very famous!"
"And this national tour is his farewell to the stage. There may not be another chance should you want to hear him again in the future."
Luann Weaver met Carlton Daniel's hopeful gaze but was about to refuse when she caught a glimpse of Alisha Mullen hiding behind the wall.
"Is Alisha not your wife?"
"It's better if the two of you go to this exhibition together."
Carlton Daniel was afraid that Luann Weaver would misunderstand, so he quickly explained.
"My wife doesn't have that artistic bone in her body! She's always busy with work."
"When I talk to her about Vincenzo Norman, she talks to me about the next day's project. We can't discuss going together."
"Not like Miss Weaver, who knows how to enjoy life."
Alisha Mullen clenched her teeth bitterly. She didn't expect her longtime companion to speak about her like that in front of others!
"I see that Miss Weaver is quite interested in this piano exhibition. How about we..."
Luann Weaver looked at Alisha Mullen's angry figure walking away and interrupted the person in front of her who wouldn't stop talking.
"I am interested, but not in you."
"What do you mean by that, Miss Weaver?"
"You know it in your heart."
"Miss Weaver, please don't misunderstand. I don't have any other intentions. I just genuinely wanted to invite you to listen to the music..."
"No, thank you."
After Luann Weaver finished speaking, she turned and left.
She called a car at the entrance of The Vintage Mirror and didn't rush to leave. She quietly sat inside the car.
After about an hour, she saw two familiar figures coming out from inside.
Seemingly aware, Myron Curtis glanced at the car where Luann Weaver was.
"Brother, what are you looking at?"
The slightly immature voice of a young boy sounded, and his raised hand quickly dropped back down. He knew very well that his older brother was a germaphobe, and he didn't dare touch him.
"Nothing." Myron Curtis retracted his gaze. "Since we are ready to start a company this time, we have to take it seriously and not make Dad angry all the time."
"Hmph, what is there for him to be angry about? He would rather stay at home, burning incense and worship Buddha every day, as long as I don't cause trouble for him,!" The young boy grumbled.
"But what about you, big brother? Aren't you set to inherit the Curtis family business?"
A fleeting light passed through Myron Curtis' clear and tranquil eyes. "Look at me now, do you think I can shoulder such a heavy burden?"
"Big brother, it's been so long since all of that happened. You should start looking forward to your future."
The young boy still remembered the confident and free-spirited appearance of Myron Curtis in the business world before his appearance was ruined years ago.
"Instead of thinking about these things, why not figure out how to achieve great success and bring honor to the Curtis family?"
"Let me show your father your achievements."
The young man responded absent-mindedly, "They say that successful men always have a powerful woman behind them! I don't even have a good wife, so how can I run a good company?"
Myron Curtis remained silent.
"Brother, I saw a girl today! She is very beautiful, probably not much older than me. When I win her over, can you help me with approval?" the young man exclaimed excitedly.
Myron Curtis's tone was cold, "You still like relationships with age differences?"
"I like beautiful girls, especially older ones. They're a jackpot!"
Meanwhile, the driver had already brought the car in front for them.
"Brother, brother! Let's meet again another day!"
Myron Curtis pinched his forehead.
The driver chuckled, "The young master never ceases to cause trouble."
"Has the madam returned?"
The driver shook his head, "Not yet."
Myron Curtis took out his phone and called Luann Weaver.
Luann Weaver was on her way home, taking a detour to buy desserts. She said she would be home in half an hour.
With her itinerary confirmed, Myron Curtis felt relieved.
He entered the house and took off his coat, heading upstairs.
As soon as he pushed open the bedroom door, he smelled a strong fragrance of perfume.
His keen senses instantly made him aware that there was a stranger in the room. He turned on the lights and found a chair turned around, as if someone was sitting there.
Myron Curtis's expression turned cold.
"Leave."
Upon hearing the movement, the person slowly turned around.
She was wearing a long white coat that was slightly open, revealing a shirt and a figure-hugging skirt.
The top buttons were undone, and her hair was tied up high in a ponytail, giving her a mature yet student-like appearance.
The woman had beautiful features, fair and slender thighs, and a pair of black high heels.
"Mr. Curtis, nice to meet you. I am Doctor Kim, I was invited to come here."
"Nice to meet you too, a bit unexpected."
Doctor Kim gracefully extended her hand with a gentle smile, showing no sign of pressure.
The moment she saw Myron Curtis, she didn't show any surprise or disdain, as if his appearance was normal.
However, Myron Curtis stared at her coldly, enunciating each word.
"Where did you come from, go back where you came from."
