Chapter 526


    Chapter 526 Three Tickets Ever the incorrigible pervert, Fane would not have been drawn to a


    vampish woman like Keira otherwise. Predictably, he was not able to take his eyes off Jennifer from the


    second heid eyes on her. Such was the appeal of Jennifer’s exquisite features and fairplexion


    that not even the loose-fitting clothing she had on was able to detract from her luscious curves. “Hello,


    Ms. Wilson. I’m Fane Grayson.” Fane extended a hand toward Jennifer. Though he appeared to have


    done so out of politeness, what he really wanted was to get a feel of Jennifer’s hand. Unexpectedly,


    Jennifer merely smiled and showed no inclination to share a handshake with him.


    That entire sequence did not sit well with Keira, who went on to hold down Fane’s paw. “We’re not in


    the office, and you’re not meeting a client. Surely there’s no need for you to be so formal,” she quipped


    in good humor. Fane, too,ughed along in response. “Oh, my bad. Old habits die hard, you know.


    Have you all ced your orders yet? Shall we have ourselves something to drink?” When Frank


    brought them the menu while Fane was speaking, none of them expected that thetter would instruct


    Frank directly without even reviewing the items that were avable. “A set of your signature course


    meals for each of us, and then pop a bottle of ’75 Latife for me.” “Will do, Mr. Grayson.” Inferring from


    Fane’s disys of generosity which were quite a departure from his usual ways, Keira adjudged that he


    must have taken a liking to Jennifer. Unable to contain herself, Keira mused, “You must be really close


    with your boyfriend, Jennifer. The two of you looked so sweet together holding hands at the door that it


    gave me goosebumps.” Hearing that made Fane’s eyes narrow subtly.


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    Although Jennifer was not his girlfriend, hearing about the woman he fancied holding another man’s


    hand nheless offended him. Blushing coyly, Jennifer merely nced quietly toward Donald. That


    look made Donald self-conscious enough to seek to change the subject as he addressed Fane. “What


    line of work are you in, friend?” “I run my own business that deals in property.” “Real estate, huh? I’ve


    several subsidiaries in my group that also dabble in that. What project are you currently working on?


    Perhaps we might find ourselves coborating somewhere down the road. As ourpany has just


    started out, so we haven’t really done any projects of note to date.” What Donald said gave Fane a


    good idea of where they each stood. As Pollerton is not a big ce, I’ve already acquainted myself with


    all the biggest yers in the real estate business here. This chap, Donald Campbell? Never even


    heard of him before. That was why Fane felt certain that Donald had to be the owner of a small firm. It


    is almost too easy to have apany registered these days. Takes no more than spending a few


    thousand to set up a shellpany, so practically anyone could call themself a boss. “Times are tough


    in the property market in Pollerton in recent years.


    I used to be able to profits in the three to four hundred million range back in the day. Doesn’t work


    like that anymore now because right now, I can only rake in one or two hundred million annually.”


    Though it may seem that Fane was merelymenting the state of affairs, it was essentially a cover for a


    bit of humble bragging on his part. Donald merely chuckled and did not attempt to build on that


    conversation, whereas Jennifer’s brows bunched up in unease. “Anyway, are you into music, Ms.


    Wilson? It so happens that I’ve three tickets to Wynter Lowe’s uing concert. We could go catch it


    together if you like.” With that, Fane nced toward Donald. “But it’s a shame that I only have this


    many tickets, so I probably won’t be able to ask your boyfriend toe along.”


    Fane had always been a straight-shooter, be it in words or deeds. Once he was done bragging about


    his own wealth, he immediately got around to inviting Jennifer to a concert. Needless to say, he was


    putting Jennifer in a position where she had to make a choice. Will you stick with your boyfriend and


    live out the rest of your days in abject poverty? Or would you instead lead a life of luxury alongside me?


    That got Jennifer bursting out inughter. Under the impression that he had seeded at impressing


    her, Fane went on tough along. “What does that mean, Ms. Wilson? Are we going to this concert, or


    what?”