Chapter 699
"Stop, Grandpa is even more exaggerated than you," Lillian hurriedly interjected.
Ambrose's laughter echoed in her ears.
Lillian pondered for two seconds before asking, "Do you mind if we add one more person for lunch?"
Ambrose was puzzled, "What?"
At noon, Jackson's car pulled into The Kelly Media's parking lot. After sending a text to Lillian, he adjusted his tie in the mirror.
This was his first proper date with Lillian since their reunion.
Jackson didn't want any interruptions, so he didn't bring a driver.
He drove himself, adjusted the slightly crooked sapphire tie clip, and glanced at the gift bag on the passenger seat, a hint of anticipation in his deep eyes.
The elevator doors opened not far away, and he saw Lillian's figure appear.
Jackson immediately grabbed the gift bag, opened the driver's door, and stepped out to greet her.
Jackson was dressed in a well-tailored black suit as usual, with a matte texture that exuded understated elegance.
The suit accentuated his tall and slender frame, and as he strode forward, the gemstone cufflinks and tie clip sparkled faintly.
Even in the dimly lit parking lot, his meticulously styled hair and the rare visible joy and eagerness on his usually calm and cool face were evident.
"Lillian..." Before Jackson could full his words, he saw Lillian nodded slightly at him and then looked in another direction, waving her hand, "Over here!"
Jackson had a bad feeling and turned to look.
Sure enough, his premonition was confirmed. A Maybach was slowly approaching, and the rear window rolled down to reveal Ambrose's annoying face.
The car stopped, and Ambrose got out gracefully, walking over with an unchanging expression under Jackson's slightly darkened gaze.
"Mr. Frane, nice to see you again." Ambrose extended his hand politely, slightly revealing a Patek Philippe watch with a pale gold dial.
Jackson noticed that Ambrose had worn this watch the last two times they met.
Jackson extended his hand to shake Ambrose's, saying indifferently, "Nice watch, Mr. Kelly."
Ambrose raised an eyebrow and smiled, "You have a good eye, Mr. Frane. I like it very much too."
He paused, looked at Lillian standing beside him, and added, "It was a gift from Lillian."
Jackson's grip tightened as he was about to let go, causing the veins on the back of his hand to protrude.
Ambrose, clearly prepared, also increased his grip, and the muscles in their shoulders became more pronounced.
A silent struggle ensued, with tension rising.
Lillian naturally sensed the tense atmosphere. She stared at their clasped hands, "You two seem to get along so well. I'll get in the car first."
Jackson and Ambrose almost simultaneously let go of each other's hands in disdain.
Jackson turned to Lillian, his intense emotions evident in his deep eyes as he stared at her.
Lillian felt a lump in her throat under his gaze and instinctively took a step forward.
But just as she moved, Jackson grabbed her arm and said to Ambrose, "Mr. Kelly, Lillian and I have plans for lunch. We'll be going now." He pulled Lillian towards his car.
Ambrose stepped in their way, "I know, and I appreciate you helping Lillian. We both want to thank you with lunch." He reached out, grabbing Lillian's other arm, and said, "Ride with me."
Before Lillian could nod, Jackson tightened his grip, his deep eyes darkening with cracks, questioning, "He's coming to lunch too?"
Lillian looked at Jackson, "I never said it was just you and me. Is that a problem?"
Her tone was light, but Jackson was fuming. She hadn't explicitly said so, but Jackson still felt deceived, like he'd been a fool meticulously preparing and dressing up since yesterday.
However, if Jackson left in anger now, it would be exactly what Ambrose wanted.
Jackson gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "No problem. You're riding with me! I have something to tell you."
Seeing his particularly stern and unpleasant expression, Lillian hesitated, fearing Jackson might lose his temper again.
Ambrose then said, "Lillian, Grandpa and Grandma will video call soon. They're probably concerned about your first day at work."
Lillian immediately shook off Jackson's hand, "Mr. Frane, you heard that, I..."
She couldn't shake off Jackson, and before she could finish, he pulled her closer, almost into his arms.
At the same time, Ambrose tightened his grip.
Lillian, caught in the middle, was terrified.
Jackson shouted, "Let go!"
Ambrose called out, "You're hurting her!"
The two men spoke almost simultaneously, their eyes locked in a fierce stare.
Lillian's scalp tingled. She had lost her appetite before even starting the meal. She regretted her hasty decision to invite Ambrose. Closing her eyes in frustration, she couldn't take it anymore.
"Both of you, let go of me!" Lillian's voice was clear and angry in the parking lot.
Jackson and Ambrose simultaneously released her. Lillian shook her arms and quickly walked towards Ambrose's car.
Ambrose's lips curled slightly as he glanced at the gloomy Jackson, ready to follow, but Lillian got into the passenger seat and slammed the door.
Ambrose was momentarily stunned. Lillian had already fastened her seatbelt and instructed the driver, "Drive."
The driver stammered, "But Mr. Kelly..."
Lillian said furiously, "He can ride with Jackson. It seemed like they hit it off. Let's not disturb them."
The driver, knowing how much Oberon and Ambrose doted on Lillian, didn't hesitate and drove off with her.
Jackson and Ambrose watched the car disappear, each letting out a cold laugh.
Jackson turned and walked to his car, with Ambrose following closely to open the back door.
Jackson said coldly, "Mr. Kelly, do you take me for a chauffeur?"
Had it not been for the fear of Lillian skipping lunch with him, Jackson would have driven off after her, leaving Ambrose behind. Ambrose looked at Jackson, raising an eyebrow. "If you don't mind, I can sit in the front."
Jackson let go of the back door handle, thinking of what Lillian had said just now and the cushion he had placed in the passenger seat for Lillian, now to be occupied by Ambrose.
Jackson felt a wave of disgust and said, "Forget it, sit in the back."
Ambrose, about to open the front door, fell silent.
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