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Chapter 1210
Max looked at Jared, waiting for his order.
"Excuse me?! Did you not hear me?" Fiorella glared at him and yelled.
Jared nodded in defeat, and Max hurried away to get the car ready.
"Mr. Johnston, your aide isn't behaving sensibly at all." Fiorella criticized Max as she watched him
leave.
Jared remained silent. After some time, Max drove to the pick-up area in front of Jared and Fiorella.
"Let's go, Mr. Johnston." Max opened the car door and Fiorella walked over.
In the club, Fiorella got someone to serve them a bottle of vintage wine. When the staff had walked
out, she was left alone with Jared in this spacious room.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe picked a song and passed Jared the microphone. "Mr. Johnston, I am dedicating this song to you. Can we sing it
as a duet?"
"I don't sing well. You can do so on your own," Jared declined.
She could tell that he really did not want to sing, so she sang alone. However, she had still chosen to sit next to him
as she did.
Jared scooted over to the side, but she moved closer to him whenever he did so, hell-bent on trying to impress him
with her charms while she was singing.
Jared was feeling really uncomfortable in a place as noisy as this, so he ended up suffering a headache after he had
sat through the entire song.
"Mr. Johnston, what song would you like to hear? I'll look for it and sing it to you." Fiorella looked at him amorously.
'I rarely listen to music, so I dont think I can recall any," he replied.
"Miss Fisher, now that no one is here, give it to me straight. How long is this project going to last?" Jared looked at
Fiorella, unsmiling.
With the tube lights beaming down on Jared's charming visage, Fiorella became enchanted.
"Mr. Johnston, it will take at least 3 years to complete the project. However, I can assure you that we can break
even after two years of investment and start raking in profits by the third year," Fiorella responded in kind, as she
had never lied to him.
"Honestly, that's a little too long. I can gain more profits from elsewhere within that span of time." Jared said in a
straightforward manner.
"I know your projects are all highly profitable, Mr. Johnston. You've invested in The Beacon, didn't you? And you
probably haven't profited off it, right? I can guarantee that you'll break even in two years or so, even though it
might not be as rewarding as my project," Fiorella said with confidence.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Just relax and wait for the massive returns." Fiorella smiled at him, her gaze affirmative.
"I'm going to take your word for it, Miss Fisher. If I don't profit by then, I'll pull out." Jared said, only wanting Fiorella
to give him a guarantee.
At the same time, he wanted to take precautions as well.
"Don't worry, if the future of this project is bleak, I wouldn't be investing in it too," she said.
At that moment, a piece of dance music played and Fiorella looked at Jared. "Shall we dance, Mr.
Johnston?"
Fiorella readily stood up, waiting for Jared to take her hand. Seeing this, Jared stared at her hand and
remained seated as he thought of ways to avoid dancing with her.
Suddenly, Jared felt the burring of his phone in his pocket. Without any regard for who the caller was
and what they wanted, he immediately answered it and walked out of the room.
Fiorella put on a grimace as she watched him leave, and threw the microphone aside before sitting
down for another glass of wine.
Jared did not stop walking after leaving the room. He just kept going while he was answering the call.
"Hello."
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