Chapter 1871: Searching For Summer
Chapter 1871: Searching for Summer
Arkpool City, a bustling metropolis.
The Marsh Group stood proudly on the other side of the river, towering skyscrapers that had
be icondmarks of the city.
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This was a paradise for countless young people.
In a sleek and elegant office, Ivan, dressed in a ck suit, stood by the window, his hands in his
pockets, exuding a remarkable presence.
Listening to the contents conveyed through his phone, his face remained expressionless, his voice
as deep as aged wine. "Alright, give me the address, I will go there myself."
"Okay."
He ended the call.
At that moment, Andrew, holding some files, came in, having heard Mr. Marsh''s conversation just
now. He saw Ivan turning around, their eyes meeting.
He reminded, "Mr. Marsh, where are you going? There''s a meetingter."
"Push the meeting back, I need to go out and find someone." Ivan casually took his suit jacket off
the back of a chair and left.
Andrew didn''t ask further questions, he arranged the tasks entrusted by the CEO.
Find someone? That person must be important.
Driving himself, Ivan followed the navigation towards the western suburbs of Arkpool City, an area
awaiting development and demolition.
After about an hour''s drive, he listened to some historical documentaries on Himya, today''s
being "West Corridor."
Sessful people probably spent any avable time learning and recharging.
An hourter, a limited edition Lamborghini parked at the entrance of a narrow alley.
The alley was too narrow for the car to enter, and asionally a few electric motorcycles would
come out of the winding alley.
Exiting the car, Ivan adjusted his attire and, facing the sunlight, followed the navigation into the alley.
The alley was about four meters wide, with some old shops on both sides, their signs uneven.
They were all breakfast shops, fruit stands, or small bookstores; this was perhaps thest piece of
purend in a bustling city.
As Ivan ventured deeper, he realized there were fewer stores, mostly residential buildings.
The buildings were irregr and old fashioned, with three or two floors squished together.
Passersby seemed as if they didn''t belong to the same time period.
They were clothed inly, with exceedingly average appearances, leading simple and hardworking
lives like farmers,cking any sense of wealth or nobility.
Hence, Ivan''s presence seemed somewhat out of ce.
Passersby couldn''t help but nce a few more times at this impably dressed handsome man,
looking like a character straight out of a TV drama.
Ivan followed the navigation on his phone.
Finally, he stopped in front of a two-story blue building, its walls peeling and roughly twenty years
old.
The door was slightly ajar, revealing a noticeable gap.
Confirming the location once more, he turned off the navigation and took steps towards the partially
open living room door.
Politely like a gentleman, he knocked on the door.
Before he could knock a few more times, the door was pulled open, and a young woman appeared
in sight, her face pure and attire in.
Seeing this man in handmade suit, exuding an air of nobility that was beyond reach, the young
woman felt like she was dreaming – this couldn''t be real!
"Hello," Ivan spoke gently, asking, "Are you Fiona?"
Addressing her directly? Approaching her like this?
The woman came to her senses, her gaze slightly wary. "Yes."
"Hello, do you know Summer?" Ivan''s deep eyes held a hint of tenderness, guiding his innate aura
not to intimidate the other person.
The girl took a moment to recover, Summer? The name did not ring a bell in her memory.
Ivan offered a hint, "You were high school ssmates, she transferred to your school in the first
semester of senior year. Do you remember her?"