Departure with a Belly (Alaric and Victoria)

Chapter 221

Victoria was surprised. “You know me?”

The person nodded, smiling. “Of course. It’s been five years, and you’re a lot more

beautiful than you were, but I recognized you right away. You came to our company

for a negotiation back when you were working for Cadogan Group, and I was just a

regular employee back then.”

I see. “So, you climbed all the way to top management in five years?”

“Yes.”

“Not bad.” Victoria liked that, but that was not the point. First, they had to settle the

company’s issues.

The man she hired was one Henry Poole, and he said, “It’s a simple problem to

settle.”

Victoria looked at him. “You seem to have a solution.”

“Angel investors,” said Henry. “If we can have a big company investing in us, we

won’t have to worry about the operation or funds anymore.”

Victoria had considered that, of course, but… “You want me to convince someone to

invest in us? When we don’t even have ten employees?”

Henry shrugged. “You can do it, can’t you?”

Victoria said nothing. Henry didn’t care what she was thinking, and he started listing

out the companies they could convince to invest in them. “First on the list is

Cadogan Group and the Floyds.”

The mention of Cadogan Group made Victoria silent. Noticing that, Henry smiled.

“Boss, I know you have some… issues with Cadogan Group, but this is for the future

of the company. You won’t let the past get in your way, will you?”

Victoria took a deep breath to calm herself down, then she smiled. “Sorry, but I will.”

Huh? Henry scratched his head sheepishly and coughed. “Very well. Then that

leaves us with the Floyds. They’re growing strong lately, and that auction a few days

ago was proof of it. The new heir showed off his wealth without a care in the world.

Ah, but boss, Jordan can be quite the playboy, so don’t fall for his tricks when you

negotiate, alright?”

Jordan Floyd. He’s in my contacts, and he lent me a suit. Perhaps I can use this

connection. Quickly, Victoria opened up her contacts and searched for Jordan.

They didn’t even talk after they added each other’s numbers, pretending that they

had never met. Since she was busy, Victoria had forgotten that he lent her the suit.

She took a long time just to come up with an opening text, and she messaged him.

‘Thank you for the suit, Mr. Floyd. I’ve cleaned it, so when can I give it back to you?‘

Victoria didn’t think he would reply right away so she put her phone down, but then

Jordan texted, ‘Oh, and here I thought you wouldn’t give it back.

Sheepishly, Victoria texted, ‘Sorry. I’ve been a bit busy. It’s not until now that I have

time.‘ She added, ‘So when can we meet?‘

Jordan answered a bit flirtatiously, ‘If it’s you, anytime.‘

Victoria was silent for a while, then she texted, ‘I’d like to talk about work.‘

Jordan didn’t reply this time. Victoria held her phone tightly, the look on her face slowly becoming

solemn. Was I too forward? But if I beat around the bush, he might take it as a hint he can woo me.

She was on guard because of what Henry told her about Jordan.

Five minutes later, he texted, ‘Eastton’s racecourse. Can you come over right away?‘

A racecourse? Not the best place to talk business, but it’s a chance. Victoria picked

up her bag and scarf, then she left. The weather was a bit windy, so she wrapped

the scarf around her neck and hailed a ride.

The racecourse was roaring, and dust flew in the air as a big black horse galloped

across the course. Sitting on its back was a slender, handsome man with an aloof

look on his face. The look on his face was dark, and he held the reins firmly. Even Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

from a mile away, everyone could feel the anger coming off him.

Ever since he got onto the track, everyone else led their horses away lest they incur

this man’s wrath.

Jordan had just come back from a race. Even though it was winter, he downed half

a bottle of cold drink like it was tea, then he screwed the cap shut and looked at the

angry man. He teased, “What happened to him? He’s miffed today.”

The people beside him shook their heads. “Not just today. It’s been like this for a

while.”

Huh. “He’s been venting at the course for two weeks now. Thanks to him, business

has been bad. The owner’s complaining but he can’t take it up with him. He’d destroy this whole

place.”

Jordan clicked his tongue. “Who crossed him anyway? Two weeks and he can’t

even hold it in?”

Someone said, “Who knows? We have no idea what he’s thinking. Feels like we’re

working for a king.”

A king? Jordan chuckled, and he took out his phone to check the text. It’s been

twenty minutes. Wonder where she is right now. Just then, his phone beeped, and a

text appeared.

‘I’m almost at the course. Where are you? I’ll find you, sir.’

Sir? This is amusing. “Interesting. She’s older than me, and yet she calls me sir.”

Noticing his smile, the people beside him huddled closer. “Oh, a lady? So, you found a new toy?”

Jordan shot him a look. “Bah, none of your business.”

The guy grinned and was about to tease Jordan more, but a rider vaulted over the obstacle and

charged straight at them only to stop a few inches before them.

Shocked, a lot of people backed off while grumbling, and some fell on their rear. Only Jordan remained

still with his phone in his hand.

The man stopped his horse and looked at Jordan coolly. “Want to race?”

Jordan looked at him and cocked his eyebrow, then he smiled. “Sure, but I’m

bringing one more person.”

Alaric frowned.

Jordan smiled. “Ever tried racing with a woman riding with you?”