Chapter 94 Those Eyes Were Just Too Similar
"It's already late, so let's rest early," Grace said.
"Didn't you also not sleep?" Xavier's voice was cold, much like the person he was.
"I was different. I went on a business trip to Oakworth."
"Um."
Grace heard Xavier's breathing and the sound of flipping papers. Then he said, "I know."
"Do you know?" Grace exclaimed in surprise.
How did Xavier know? Did he pay attention to her?
Grace shook her head. 'Overthinking it, Xavier's so busy; how would he have time to pay attention to me?'
"So, you called me not to ask for help?"
"No, of course not. I didn't need any help, and everything was going smoothly for me. I just thought of you as soon as I arrived here, so that's why I made that phone call."
Who would have thought that Xavier could see all of this and even call back?
"Um."
Xavier didn't say anything and didn't hang up the phone.
"Are you getting ready to rest?" Grace's fingers tightened around her phone, unsure whether to hang up or not.
"Not yet," Xavier answered.
"Let's chat a little longer." Grace, who was originally very tired, now feels all that exhaustion swept away.
Nevertheless, there didn’t seem to be much to talk about, and she didn’t want to spread negativity.
"Let's just rest. Good night." Grace hung up the phone directly.
On the other end of the line, Xavier observed the call ending and had already returned to the desktop interface. His thin lips lightly touched as he said, "Goodnight."
Xavier opened Mason's chat box, where Mason asked him: [Mr. Montgomery, Mr. Montgomery, shall we offer our assistance to Ms. Lewis?]
Mason knew everything about the Iris brand and was aware of Grace's current difficulties. Daniel spoke up, mentioning that no factory dared to take orders for shipment.
But if Xavier said another thing, then it would be a different story.
Xavier replied: [No need, she can handle it herself.]
Grace had her own powers and ideas. He also wanted to see how high this woman could climb in adversity.
After hanging up the phone, Grace returned to the bed.
Closing her eyes, with drowsiness enveloping her, she managed to enjoy a rare restful sleep.
Early the next morning, Grace got up. Although she had only slept for a few hours, she was still full of energy.
The factory over here was almost done. The batch that needed to be delivered quickly had already started shipping out gradually.
Grace would return to Skigeth early tomorrow morning. The night before, she would have dinner with the head of the factory.
They booked the location, and Grace only realized after she arrived that it was a very luxurious restaurant.
Grace originally thought of just grabbing a bite to eat casually, but she didn't expect to end up in such a nice place. However, since everything had already been ordered, Grace didn't make a fuss about it.
Grace discussed the subsequent developments with them, emphasizing the necessity to uphold quality in every bottle without compromise, ensure the exclusion of any synthetic additives, and advocate for artisanal craftsmanship wherever feasible. Each batch had to be sent to Skigeth, where Grace would inspect it. She would also arrange for someone to come over here to oversee it for a while.
Everyone agreed to it, and even though it was a bit troublesome, the price Grace offered was really good.
The factory was originally planning to shut down because it couldn't afford to operate anymore. Now, Ms. Lewis has decided to keep the factory running, and he was naturally very happy about it.
Further discussions ensued, accompanied by a selection of wines on the table; however, Grace abstained from indulging much. Drinking impairs judgment, a risk she dared not take again.
The conversation was coming to an end, and the banquet was winding down. Grace and the others went to the door together, getting ready to leave.
"Thank you, Ms. Lewis. We don't have anything special to give you, but please accept it."
The people over at the factory prepared a gift for Grace.
"I can't accept this. I appreciate your kindness, and I am also very grateful to you."
"Just take it, it's not anything valuable, just some local specialties."
"Thank you all, but I really can't accept this." Grace remained firm in her decision not to accept things from others.
There were many luxury cars parked outside the International Hotel, with a top-of-the-line Maybach parked at the entrance.
The driver got out, opened the car door, and two tall men in suits got out of the car.
They looked impressive, exuding a restrained sense of sophistication.
Grace was facing away from them, jostling in the crowd, when she accidentally hit the man passing by with her arm.
"I'm sorry," Grace quickly apologized, "Are you okay?"
Grace's eyes were filled with apology as she bumped into the person. When the person saw Grace's face, they hesitated for a moment.
He hadn't spoken yet, but the person with him spoke first, "You did that on purpose, rubbing against my brother on purpose!"
"Scott Coleman!" Steven Coleman scolded.
Scott, feeling unjustly reprimanded, sighed, "Bro, how many women have resorted to such tricks just to capture your attention?"
"I absolutely didn't mean that," Grace swore. She had no idea someone was standing behind her!
The two people in front of us were indeed handsome, but Grace had seen even more handsome ones!
"If you need medical attention, I won't make excuses," Grace said.
"You flatter yourself, suggesting it wasn't intentional? Quite transparent, I must say!" remarked Scott disdainfully.
"I'm fine." Steven stared into Grace's eyes.
Those eyes, clear and bright, were stunningly beautiful.
The face was ordinary, but those eyes added a touch of charm to her.
In Steven's mind, another face appeared. Her eyes were just too similar.
Grace saw him unharmed, didn't say much, refused the vendor's gift once again, and then got into the car.
Grace's car had already left, but Steven was still looking in her direction.
"Steven, what's up with you? Are you into her?" Scott asked, looking like he was asking for trouble.
"Don't you think her eyes look a bit like Aunt's?" Steven lightly parted his thin lips.
Scott was surprised. "How is it possible? Even though I haven't seen my aunt in person, I have seen photos of her. My aunt is a stunning beauty. That woman just now—she's very ordinary-looking, the kind you can't even see in a crowd.
Steven frowned involuntarily upon hearing his words.
"If sister were born, she should be around the same age as me."
"My aunt was indeed pregnant at that time, but how did you know it was a sister? What if it was a brother? Besides, we've been looking for our aunt for so long without any news. How could it be possible to randomly encounter someone on the roadside and feel like they resemble our aunt? The probability of that happening is like one in several billion, you know."
"Steven, just forget about it. If that woman is my aunt's daughter, then I'll go on a hunger strike for three days!" Scott quickly changed his statement.
However, Steven merely cast a fleeting glance, then averted his gaze, proceeding forward. "Let's go; perhaps I am overthinking."
Indeed, as Scott iterated, having searched for such a considerable duration, stumbling upon the right individual by chance seems implausible.
In this vast world, such serendipitous encounters were not so easily attained.
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