Chapter 53
Abruptly, I halted in my tracks. "Mary," I said, "you're not seriously considering informing your brother about our date, are you?"
She appeared momentarily taken aback before erupting into a fit of laughter. "Haha, you should see the look on your face. I'm merely informing him of my visit to Skyliho Group!"
I exhaled a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn't about our date, I was fine with anything else.
"Let's go then," I suggested.
"Perhaps we shouldn't hold hands in the company premises," I added, a wry smile playing on my lips.
"Coward!" She retorted, sticking out her tongue playfully. She then bounced off towards the interior of the building, arriving at the CEO's office door and pushing it open without so much as a knock. "Bro, I'm coming in!"
At that moment, Edward was engrossed in reviewing some documents. Upon seeing Mary, he frowned, "Mary, how many times must I remind you to knock before entering?"
"I forgot!" She replied nonchalantly. "Bro, look who's here!"
She ushered me in, and upon seeing me, Edward's stern face broke into a warm smile. Rising from his seat, he greeted me, "John, you're here. Why didn't you inform me in advance so I could give you a proper welcome?"
"Edward, you're too kind," I responded.
"Bro, John is here to pick me up," Mary chimed in.
"To pick you up?" Edward echoed, his brows furrowing in confusion.
"That's right, Edward. Conversations over the phone can never match the fluidity of face-to-face discussions, so..."
"I see," Edward replied, his smile returning. "Finally, you've put your brother's mind at ease."
Mary responded, "Alright, I just came to inform you that I won't be returning to the office for lunch."
Edward nodded in understanding, "John, I entrust her to your care."
"Oh, and John," Edward called out as I was about to leave, "There's a gathering tonight, would you care to join me?"
A gathering?
"Of course, he'll go," Mary answered on my behalf.
"Always the chatterbox," Edward muttered, shooting a playful glare at Mary before turning to me, "It's a gathering of some close friends. I'd be delighted to introduce you to them."
"Thank you, Edward," I replied, a hint of excitement creeping into my voice.
"Tonight, you'll return with Mary," he added.
As I left the Walker Company, I couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration. Edward's friends were undoubtedly company CEOs. He was extending a helping hand, and I was fully aware of it.
The magnitude of this favor was immense.
Perhaps even the CEO of Winest Company would be present. I had been pondering over how to establish contact with him.
"You'll be driving," Mary announced, handing me the keys to her Mini Cooper. I was slightly taken aback. Her family was incredibly wealthy, yet Mary drove a car worth merely forty or fifty thousand dollars?
As she settled into the passenger seat, she advised, "You must seize the opportunity tonight. My brother has never invited anyone to these gatherings before. His circle of friends is quite influential; you'll definitely find them useful in the future."
I made a mental note of her words and asked, "Where are we headed?"
"The pedestrian street!" she declared.
"And what exactly are we doing there?" I inquired.
"Shopping, of course!" she responded with a grin.
...
Twenty minutes later, we arrived at the bustling pedestrian street.
Sevan, being a coastal port city, boasted a strong consumer market and high prices.
The Sevan pedestrian street was a hub for luxury brands from across the globe, a veritable paradise for the wealthy!
As we strolled hand in hand, we blended in perfectly with the other couples out shopping. Upon entering a Versace store, she remarked, "You can't possibly attend the gathering tonight in your current attire. Those people are quite discerning. Versace clothes are stylish and reasonably priced. Plus, with your physique, you'll look quite handsome."
Versace, reasonably priced?
What a ludicrous notion. A T-shirt costing two hundred dollars, was that what ordinary people wore daily?
As soon as we stepped into the store, a sales clerk approached us but stopped midway, the smile on her face fading.
Damn it, what was she insinuating?
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