Chapter 217


    Chapter 217: Into His Arms


    A few people went in. Ambrose looked around.


    Philip said, “I’ve had this shop for years. I think Alva told Ambrose about it.”


    Ambrose nodded and looked at Philip. “Yes, but I want Mr. Philip himself to tell me about your side of


    the story.”


    At lunch Alva had told him exactly what she knew. ? But as the boss, he came here, and he had to


    know these things for himself.


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    “Yes.”


    Philip made a few cups of coffee and began to tell Ambrose about his shop and its long history.


    Ambrose listened and asked questions from time to time.


    Alva sat nearby, listening to the conversation, not interrupting, not moving.


    Two hourster, Ambrose said, “It’s four o’clock. I wonder if Mr. Philip’s factory is closed. I want to go


    and see.”


    “No, the normal closing time in our factory is six o’clock. If we work overtime, it is eventer.”


    “Well, Mr. Philip will take us there, please.”


    “No trouble, please.”


    Several people went to Philip’s factory.


    The factory is an old factory, an old factory, and the facilities and equipment inside are very old.


    But whates out is pretty good.


    Ambrose took the half–finished work done by the workers and asked the workers some information.


    After two hours in the factory, several people left.


    Philip looked at the time and said, “Ambrose, it’s gettingte. I’ll y host and let you have a taste of


    what we have in H City.”


    Ambrose smiled and said, “I also have some questions for Mr. Philip.”


    A few people went to a restaurant, the restaurant was a lot of people, but the waiter took them directly


    to the box.


    Looks like Philip made a decision.


    The group sat down, the waiter served, and Philip and Ambrose talked. still about the business.


    Just talking about Cahan, “Our generation of people to support the present less and less, and now


    Cahan does not do, really a pity.”


    As he spoke, his eyes were filled with emotion and regret.


    Ambrose, “Cahan?”


    “The master of Alva, the inheritor of embroidery.”


    Ambrose raised her eyebrows and looked at Alva.


    When did Alva be an apprentice to the legacy of embroidery?


    Alva, seeing Ambrose looking at her, said, “Yes, my master taught me both.”


    She looked at Philip. “Don’t worry, Philip, I can carry on the legacy of embroidery.”


    Philip nodded and smiled with relief. “I believe you, and so does Cahan.”


    Several people ate dinner and left the restaurant.


    It’s just that when I came out of the restaurant, a kid ran amok.


    Seeing that he was about to hit Alva, Ambrose quickly pulled over her, and Alva was taken by surprise


    and bumped into his arms.


    Alva ran into his arms. Her head was spinning.


    Ambrose was watching the child, and the child hit Philip.


    Philip held the child


    The child’s family came over and apologized, Philip said: “It’s okay, look at the child more in the future,


    it’s not good to fall.”


    “Yes, yes.”


    Families leave with children.


    Ambrose looked at Alva and froze.


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