Chapter 125


    Read My Past is Just Prologue By Louisa Dillon Chapter 125 – He Cares


    Nathaniel’s face darkened unconsciously.


    Alfred observed the situation silently from the side, understanding what was going on.


    Seeing that J was about to go far away from that man, he immediately followed them, pretending


    to chat casually. “Ms. Longfellow, what a coincidence! Where are you going so early?”


    While they were talking, Nathaniel had already caught up with them, unhurried. J nced at


    Nathaniel, who was still looking at his mobile phone, and smiled politely at Alfred, “I’m sorry, but I can’t


    tell you my private schedule.”


    “Many entrepreneurs havee to Austin to participate in the New-Media Industry Convention


    recently. Ms. Longfellow, are you also here for it?” Alfred was not discouraged.


    As they spoke, they had already walked to the elevator door, and the elevator happened toe.


    J took the lead to enter the elevator, turned to Alfred with a faint smile, and asked, “What do you


    think, Mr. Whitehead?” Alfred wasn’t sure what to say, but judging from J’s expression, he knew


    she didn’t intend to reveal her schedule.


    Alfred thought for a while and stepped into the elevator. Nathaniel was thest one to go in.


    Nathaniel’s eyes were only fixed on Marco for a second, and then he looked away.


    Alfred knew his boss the best. He knew what was going on when he saw Nathaniel’s cold face.


    It seemed that for Nathaniel, it was not important what J was going to do. What was important was


    the identity of the man beside her!


    So Alfred changed the topic, looked at J and Marco with a smile, and asked, “This gentleman


    seems to be very If I remember correctly, Ms. Longfellow came alone yesterday. Who are you?”


    Marco was about to speak, but J interrupted him.


    She nced at Nathaniel, whose face was dark, and said to Alfred smilingly, “He is mypanion.”


    This term was very subtle, so much so that Nathaniel’s face turned even darker when he heard it.


    Companion? What kind?


    Nathaniel held back the urge to ask, clenching his fists tightly.


    unfamiliar.


    The atmosphere of the elevator was too scary, so Alfred didn’t dare to ask any more questions. Then


    the elevator went down all the way, and they didn’t speak anymore. They just went to the hall on the


    first floor in silence.


    Just as they walked out of the hotel, a limited-edition Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped at the door. A


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    middle-aged man came


    down.


    The man wore a suit and a pair of white gloves in his hand. When he saw J, he respectfully


    greeted her.


    “Ms. Longfellow, I am very happy to see you. I am Earl Dav, the director of the foreign affairs


    department of the New-Media Industry Convention. I came here especially to take you to the venue.”


    He smiled and bowed, waiting for J to get in the car.


    Not far away, Nathaniel, who was about to get in the car, stopped and fixed his gaze on the middle-


    aged man, frowning slightly.


    “Who is that?”


    “Boss, he was sent by the organizers. I’ve seen him on the list of directors. They actually sent a car to


    pick up Miss… She seems quite important to them!” Alfred replied hurriedly.


    His heartfelt praise made Nathaniel frown more and more.


    What else did J have that he didn’t know? She even knows the organizers?


    However, what he did not know was that J, who was greeted, was also confused.


    J frowned and looked at Earl, who imed to be the director. She was puzzled, but she still


    maintained a calm demeanor. She smiled and reached out to shake hands with Earl.


    “Nice to meet you.”


    A limited-edition Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped in front of the hotel, attracting many people to watch.


    Although the people who checked in at the hotel were wealthy, not everyone had the limited-edition


    Rolls-Royce Phantom.


    The onlookers looked at J curiously or enviously and gabbled.


    “She looks to be in her twenties. How can she be picked up by such a luxury car? What is her identity?”


    someone asked.


    The person beside him replied in a low voice, “She is so young. If she isn’t from a top family, then…


    she should be a mistress or something!”


    Because it was a malicious guess, she deliberately lowered her voice, afraid of being heard.


    Another person retorted, “I don’t think so. Didn’t you see her sassy vibe? She must be a young and


    promising female entrepreneur!”


    J heard all these discussions, and she smiled without saying anything.


    If a little malicious spection could affect her, she would not be J!


    As a bodyguard and secretary, Marco naturally had to be responsible for J’s safety. He looked at


    Earl warily and said to him, “Ms. Longfellow has her private car. You don’t need to pick her up.”


    Hearing this, Earl smiled and said, “It was Ms. Longfellow’s friend who arranged for me to pick you up.


    Please ept the


    kindness.”


    Hearing this, J was a little confused and could not help but be curious.


    She did not even know that she knew any of the organizers.


    My friend? Who?