Chapter 254


    Harold found a quiet corner and sat down, enjoying his fruits.


    Truth was, he had not taken his dinner yet because he had arrived early.


    When he finished his te of fruits, he still felt hungry, so he immediately called out to a waiter passing


    by, “Excuse me. I''d like to get a pizza!”


    However, the party had not started, and the music was rtively soft. His words instantly caught the


    attention of those around him.


    “Pfft! Sir, this is a high-end hotel. There''s no such food as pizza here. What about a te of pasta


    instead?”


    Before the waiter could even answer, a mockingugh traveled into Harold''s ears.


    He turned around, only to see the woman he had met in Larson Corporation walking over with a smirk


    on her face. It was Autumn, the person who had spoken earlier.


    It was an unspoken rule for anyone who attended a party to wear gowns or formal outfits.


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    Autumn, however, looked no different from usual. She was dressed in simple autumn clothes.


    Harold turned around to ask the waiter, “Is that so?”


    Hearing that, the waiter nodded, eyeing Harold with disdain.


    At that realization, Harold had no choice but to give in and say, “A te of pasta, then. Then again, I


    still think Chanaean pizza is more delicious. I''ve got to suggest this to your bosster.”


    “Make that two, please.”


    Right after he finished speaking, Autumn, too, ordered a te of pasta as she arrived by his side.


    She had not taken her dinner, either, and her stomach had growled as soon as she heard Harold make


    his order.


    Most importantly, she had a mission toplete that night. Only with a full stomach would she have


    the energy to gain a piece of juicy news.


    Autumn waited until the waiter left before turning around and smiling sweetly at Harold. “Do you mind if


    I sit here, Mr. Campbell?”


    She scanned him curiously. This dude has an impressive background and a gorgeous, wealthy wife.


    Yet, he behaves like a country bumpkin at a high-end hotel. Could he actually be a country bumpkin


    who hooked up with a gorgeous and wealthy wife?


    Autumn recalled the incident she had seen at Fortune Real Estate.


    “Up to you,” Harold answered indifferently without sparing her a nce.


    His indifference made Autumn angry.


    She was quite confident with her charm. In fact, she was capable of being the center of attraction


    wherever she went.


    Yet, Harold had ignored her.


    Nheless, she quickly regained herposure at the thought of his beautiful wife, who was jealous


    of her.


    Soon, the waiter showed up with two tes of pasta.


    The two were quite famished, so Harold gobbled down his food with no care for his image.


    Autumn ate slowly and gracefully, but when she saw Harold devouring his food happily, she gradually


    rxed and did the same.


    As night approached, almost all the invited guests had finally arrived.


    At the same time, Jose was done greeting the guests by the door and had returned to the hotel to look


    for Autumn.


    After sweeping his gaze around, he finally spotted Autumn, who was eating her pasta in the corner of


    the hall.


    Excitedly, he made his way toward her, only to spot Harold sitting next to her right after he took a few


    steps forward.


    What angered him more was the asional exchange of nces while they gobbled down their pasta.