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“Griffin, what’s with that look in your eyes? Don’t you remember me?”
I carefully studied her for a moment before shaking my head. “Sorry, I’ve met too many people over the past few years. I guess I’m bad at remembering faces.”
The truth was, I had absolutely no idea who she was.
She raised an eyebrow and let out a mocking laugh, saying, “Griffin, don’t play this whole ‘hard–to–get‘ act with
- me. You chased me for three whole years back in high school.”
The moment she finished speaking, a familiar image surfaced in my mind. Still, the woman in front of me was far
different from how she looked in high school.
I hesitated for a moment before asking cautiously, “Are you… Thalia?”
As soon as I said her name, a triumphant look spread across her face.
“So many years have passed, yet you still haven’t forgotten me.”
Halfway through her sentence, she suddenly changed her tone. “But I need to warn you. Don’t get any
inappropriate ideas about me. I’m engaged now and my fiancé is none other than Malcolm Fitzroy.”
Malcolm?
The name sounded somewhat familiar. Wasn’t the Rolls–Royce at the entrance his? Still, what did any of this
have to do with me?
There was still a large group of people waiting for me in the conference room to start the meeting. If I didn’t leave
soon, I was going to be late.
Seeing me remain silent, Thalialightly patted my shoulder with her manicured hand.
“Civil servants don’t make much money. How
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fiancé instead? I’ll have him pay you a
salary.”
As soon as she finished speaking, the crowd burst into laughter.
I couldn’t understand it. Why did people like them always feel the need to humiliate others just to elevate
themselves?
This would be my last time attending such a class reunion.
I ignored Thalia’s mockery and casually grabbed my coat, putting it on. “Are you done? If so, step aside. I ha things to do.”
I had barely taken a few steps when Malcolm, who was sitting across from me, suddenly slammed his hand on
the table.
Immediately, a dozen or so burly men in black suits rushed into the room.
I noticed the nameplates on their chests: Fitzroy Group. It was a well–known industry leader in Langston City.
Malcolm downed the drink in his glass in one go, then burped.
“Griffin, did I say you could leave?”
I couldn’t help but narrow my eyes. “My legs are attached to my body. Do I need to report to you about where I’m
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going?”
Malcolm burst into laughter after hearing my words. “You’re just a lowly civil servant. Don’t you realize whose turf you’re on? The whole restaurant is owned by my family. Don’t you think you need to report to me? Without my
permission, you’re not leaving through that door today.”
The class leader sensed the awkward atmosphere and immediately stepped in, saying a few polite words to
ease the tension.
“Hey, hey, both of you, calm down! We’ve been classmates for over a decade, no need to let something so small
ruin the mood.”
Halfway through, the class leader suddenly turned to me. “Griffin, come on, we’ve finally all gathered together. How can you just leave early? Come on, sit back down. Let’s have a drink together and catch up properly.”
I knew the class leader was trying to smooth things over for me, but my time was really running out. “Sorry, I know I’m ruining the mood, but I truly have something I need to take care of.”
“There’s a whole group of people in the office waiting for me to get back for a meeting.”
I had barely finished speaking when Malcolm slammed his glass down. “Griffin, cut the act. You’re just a low–level civil servant. What kind of meeting could you possibly have to attend?”
