No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"So, what do you think?"

The ball was in my court again, thanks to Allen.

I offered a casual smile, replying, "Sorry to bother, then."

With that, I extended the bouquet back to him.

Allen raised his hand but didn't take the flowers. Instead, he plucked a petal and brought it close to his nose, "Spill it, what do you really want with my dad?"

His question made me frown slightly. Was he changing his tune now?

I had mentioned wanting his dad's expertise on an item, and he seemed keen as if it were a treasure. Now, it seemed he realized there was more to my visit.

Seeing as I was already here, there was no point in hiding the truth anymore.

After hearing my reason, Allen's response was stern, "Then you better leave!"Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

That took me aback, "Why?"

"If you're here for that, meeting my dad won't help. You won't get anything out of him; he won't give you the answers you're looking for," Allen said, sounding as though he knew his dad all too well.

But if everything was above board, there shouldn't be any issues talking about it.

His reluctance only convinced me more that I needed to see him, to uncover the truth.

"What if I insist? Maybe your father has nothing to hide?" I persisted.

Allen shook his head, his face showing resignation. "You're really asking for a headache, aren't you? Fine, I'll call my father. If he agrees to see you, I'll take you to him."

Allen then pulled out his phone and dialed, putting it on speaker.

"What is it?" came Lord Clark's gruff voice.

"Just wondering if I could bring someone over, a lady," Allen explained diplomatically, avoiding mentioning my identity.

"Don't bring your random flings to annoy me," Lord's tone turned sharper.

Allen glanced at me with a smirk, "Would I bring someone to offend your taste? She's a decent girl."

There was a pause on the other end. Just when I thought he'd agree, Lord said, "Some other time. I have an important guest today."

"How about we wait until you're free?" Allen seemed genuinely trying to help me.

"Do you not understand English?" Lord snapped before hanging up.

Allen shrugged at me, as if to say he tried his best.

I stared at the mansion's gate, blocked by the railing, wondering about the important guest making Lord refuse even his own son.

Something flickered in front of me,

snapping me out of my thoughts t was Allen waving his hand, "You're

not thinking about climbing over, are you?"

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I pursed my lips, "Do you know who Mr. Clark is meeting today?"

They were father and son,

supposedly the closest kin, and from

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Allen's previous attempts to dissuade me, it seemed he knew something about Lord's dealings.

"Heh," Allen chuckled, "That, I don't know. My dad's life has been all about making money and making friends." Classic humblebrag if I ever heard one.

But it was clear Allen didn't want to talk about it. Then his phone rang

Glancing at the caller ID, he looked

at me, "Does Jefferson know you're here to see me?"

Seems the call was from Jefferson. But how did he know the call was about me if he hadn't picked up?

My smile was forced as I remained silent.

A shadow passed over Allen's eyes, and he declined Jefferson's call without a word.

My heart skipped a beat. That move was definitely going to make Jefferson think something was wrong, and he'd surely call me next.