Chapter 1210


    Chapter 1210


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    Max looked at Jared, waiting for his order.


    "Excuse me?! Did you not hear me?" Fiore red 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." Fiore 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 Fiore.


    "Let''s go, Mr. Johnston." Max opened the car door and Fiore walked over.


    In the club, Fiore 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.


    She 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 ufortable in a ce 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." Fiore 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 tost?" Jared looked at


    Fiore, unsmiling.


    With the tube lights beaming down on Jared''s charming visage, Fiore became enchanted.


    "Mr. Johnston, it will take at least 3 years toplete 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," Fiore 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," Fiore said with confidence.


    "Just rx and wait for the massive returns." Fiore 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 Fiore


    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 yed and Fiore looked at Jared. "Shall we dance, Mr. Johnston?"


    Fiore 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.


    Fiore put on a grimace as she watched him leave, and threw the microphone aside before sitting down for


    another ss of wine.


    Jared did not stop walking after leaving the room. He just kept going while he was answering the call.


    "Hello."