Chapter 386
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Ronan apuded thrice. "Impressive story. But don''t cross my line! Otherwise, I''ll act upon my words.
Don''t mess with me, and especially not with her! If you do, you will get to know the consequences."
With that, Ronan rose from his seat and left.
na tightly clenched the corner of her throw pillow, wondering how her people could have been so
inept to let Ronan discover their n so quickly and utterly crush it!
na stood in front of her couch for a moment before making a call to her subordinate. "Get Allison
over here!"
"Okay."
Allison was na''s former assistant.
After returning to his office, Ronan began packing his things. Emerson walked in. "What''s the rush,
bro? Going on a business trip?"
"I’m going abroad!"
"Which country?"
"What do you think?" Ronan challenged Emerson without even raising his head.
Emerson was shocked. "The U.S.? Really? Has hell frozen over? Can''t bear the loneliness anymore?"
Ronan cast Emerson a reproachful look. "What you think is what you see," Ronan retorted.
"So, is that not what you''re thinking?"
Ronan remained silent.
Emerson pulled out his phone. "Need me to book your flight?"
"No need, I have an assistant for that," Ronan replied while dialing his driver to wait for him downstairs
to go to the airport.
"Can''t sit still for a minute!" Emerson eximed, watching Ronan''s retreating figure.
Ronan descended the building and headed straight for the airport.
...
In the U.S., in a luxurious restaurant, Petra was having dinner with Cordelia.
"Cordelia, my research schr assignment is over. I''m leaving tomorrow. I wanted to treat you to a
meal before I leave. And, if possible, visit me at Birchwood College in the future," Petra said.
"Sure. I''ll see you off at the airport tomorrow." Cordelia had grown quite fond of Petra, a drastic change
from her initial dislike.
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Besides, Birchwood College was where Barney used to work. Cordelia had visited the ce before and
found it truly beautiful. Petra, just like a not-so-shyndscape painting from Birchwood, was
refreshing to the heart upon closer observation.
"Here''s to our meeting and parting," Petra raised her ss.
"Cheers," Cordelia responded.
"Do you have any ns after graduation?" Petra asked.
Cordelia was unsure. She had pursued further studies because her current educational qualifications
made her feel belittled.
"I just want a degree that can give me some confidence."
"You can teach at Birchwood College. It''s a noble profession. Besides, you''re a finance major, so you
could also take up part-time independent directorships and such. They pay well," Petra suggested.
Cordelia considered Petra''s suggestion thoughtfully. It was a new career path for her to ponder. The
women shared a lot of drinks and words, some spoken, some left unsaid.
After having a few too many drinks, Cordelia wanted to get home early. Luckily, she bumped into Taylor
on her way out. Both of them ascended to their respective apartments.
As Cordelia opened her door, she had a start. A tall man was standing by her writing desk, flipping
through her books. He donned a ck woolen coat. At first, she thought it was the man in the ck suit
she had seen before, but upon closer observation, she realized it was—Ronan.
"What are you doing here?" Cordelia stered herself onto the door in surprise. Her ears pricked, and
her eyes were cautiously darting around. She had an inkling the man in the ck suit was watching
her.
Ronan turned around to look at her. It had been a while. She had lost weight, her hair had grown
longer, and herplexion had be even rosier.
"Is this what you''ve be after leaving me?" Ronan observed the room''s furnishings.
It wasn''t exactly shabby, but it paled inparison to any of his residences.