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บท 18: Zhander Jansen  

I looked at Zhander, a friendly smile on my face as I extended my hand to him.

"Hello, I'm Leanna Lee."

This Zhander didn't take my hand. He just stared at me with those dead set eyes. It was almost creepy.

Realizing he wouldn't shake my hand, I reached for the glass of water instead.

The intensity in his gaze is making me thirsty.

"What do you mean by, 'finished memorizing my face?'" Zhander asked with a clear and profound voice that guaranteed to shake every woman's heart.

I smiled, cheeks a little hot. "Sorry about that. Whenever I saw something beautiful, I memorized it to be a reference for my drawings."

". . ."

Uncle Luke smirked. His lips inwardly curled, suppressing his laughter I bet.

"Grandpa, you'll choke if you hold it in," Zhander said, eyes never swayed from mine. His expression was a bit bewildered, and it no longer held the same intensity as before.

Uncle Luke waved his hand, and in an instant, appetizers were served.

"Let's eat," he said, eyes focused on his meal.

Food was the part of the day that I love the most. No longer minding the exchanged of glances between the two men, I exerted all my energy on my plate.

The whole dinner passed in silence. I was a quiet person. It was engraved in my DNA. If you ask me a question, I answer in one word. If you ask me to explain, I explain straight to the point and short as possible.

I was never one who enjoyed small talk and long conversations.

Fortunately, the two of them appeared to like the silence.

Zhander was quiet while eating. But once in a while, I felt his gaze on me. And sometimes, our eyes meet, and I shifted back on my plate with haste.

His stares were uncomfortable, and I wanted to run in the comfort of my condo right then and there.

"Don't rush," Uncle Luke said. "Does my grandson's presence make you uncomfortable?" He played with his goblet before taking a sip.

I swallowed the last of my dessert, tapped my lips with a napkin, and answered, "Yes, I'm uncomfortable in meeting new people."

Uncle Luke gave me that stare again. The one that made me feel like I was not human.

Zhander's expression fell off his face. His brows twitched. "You've just beholden by me a moment ago with gaping mouth, salivating. Now you'll complain that you're uncomfortable?"

"Correction!" I said, raising a finger at him. "I didn't salivate, I almost salivate."

"Same thing!" Zhander's forehead creased even deeper.

"Of course not!" I recoiled. "There's a difference to it happened, to not yet happened."

He shot me a pointed glare with an 'are-you-for-real' expression on his face.

I challenge his gaze, not backing down.

"It's good that you two are getting to know each other," Uncle Luke interrupted, his tone hinting something.

"Zhander," he said, looking at his grandson. "Why don't you accompany Leanna tomorrow to explore New York?" He threw a quick, sly smile my way before shifting his attention to Zhander, face serious.

I gave the old man an 'I-know-what-you're-trying-to-do' face.

Uncle Luke ignored me while Zhander brought out his phone. "Let's exchange numbers."

I stared at him, confused. "Why?"

"So I can call you tomorrow."

"You don't have to. I can explore New York on my own."

"New York isn't a straightforward road. It has many twist and turns. You'll get lost."

"I have google maps."

"It isn't accurate."

"I can ask around."

"People are not to be trusted."

"I can ask a policeman."

"Not every policeman is righteous."

"Why do you really want to accompany me?" I glared at him, not hiding the annoyance in my voice.

Don't think that because he was breathtakingly handsome, I would agree with his every demand. People are not to be trusted, even more so if they're beautiful.

I have my ex-boyfriend in my past life to testify for that.

Zhander gave me a conflicted look, and for a moment, his face was serious and a bit hesitant. He raised his hand, and a bundle of papers was laid before me.


บท 19: Azuela Cove

Azuela Cove

It was the only words written on the front cover.

I stared at it without blinking.

This was one of the pioneers of 'live, work, and play' concept. Integrating residential, commercial, and entertainment into one area. This would become the talk and references for future developments to come. After this project, Jansen Corp. soared many times higher.

I thought the man who conceptualized this was John Grace, the head of the innovation and design department of Jansen Corp.

Who would have thought that the real mind was this twenty-something man, and Luke Jansen's grandson no less?

My heart pounded more than usual. I was getting dizzy with all the blood going to my brain. I swept the men with my eyes and rested my sight on Zhander.

"What is it?" I pretended not to know.

"If you become my consultant, grandfather will fund the project," Zhander said. He meant it as an opportunity for me, but it came as a plea in my ears.

My face dropped as I faced Uncle Luke. "Why bring me into this?

Uncle Luke closed his eyes and sighed. "Aren't you my consultant? It's only proper to ask for your opinion before I release any money."

"Our agreement has already ended. I've already paid my end of the deal."

"That's why my grandson is the one asking you. I have nothing to do with it." He smirked.

I was speechless and turned my dagger eyes at Zhander, who was sipping his wine, unaffected. Like this whole matter didn't concern him.

See! This is why you can't trust people, especially men. They always have underlying motives in everything they do.

Zhander put down his glass, leaned on his chair, fingers interlock on the table like a boss.

"Name your price."

". . ."

Of course, only a fool would let this opportunity go.

You want me to be your consultant, hmp! "I won't ask for a consultation fee. But I want five percent share of the project."

Zhander stared at me. His cool façade was cracking. He probably couldn't believe that I would demand something audacious just for the sake of agreeing to be his consultant.

He glanced at his grandfather, but the latter only leisurely sipped his wine –– poker face.

Zhander brows knit in one line. "This, you didn't even read the proposal. Yet, you're already asking for a five percent gross sales of the project as if it will succeed."

"With me as your consultant, it will succeed," I said, confidence in my voice.

"That . . . ," Zhander hesitated.

"You can't?" I stood to my feet. "Then, if there is nothing else, Uncle Luke, Mr. Jansen, thank you for the meal. I'll leave first."

I was about to walk my way out when a voice stopped me.

"Wait!"

My eyes flickered to Zhander. He appeared to be in a state of serious thought as he stared at his interlocking fingers. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

". . . Alright," he breathed.

His gaze then locked on me. "After three days, we will hold a meeting with the other investors. I want you to attend and give your input there."

It was a test, and I'm not backing from it. I grabbed the bundle of papers. "I'll be taking this with me then. Gentlemen, I bid you all goodbye."

I was about to leave when someone grabbed my arm from behind. I was forced to look up and was captivated by a pair of penetrating violet irises.

"Give me your number," Zhander said with a commanding tone.

I glared at him. "Since I've already agreed to be your consultant, there's no need for the pretext of accompanying me in exploring New York."

I pulled my hand, but his grip only tightened –– not letting go.

Zhander leaned closer to me, and I unknowingly pressed my palm against his chest to stop his advance. He was just inches away from me, and my face burned the first time since I was brought back in this world.

His eyes were softer than usual as he held mine in captive, and the smile on his face turned in a full-blown grin.

"I need your number to contact you within three days," he said, didn't bother to hide the teasing in his tone.

". . ."

". . ."

I blanked out for a moment. My already heated face was about to burst that I was afraid smoke would come out from my nose.

I pulled back my arm, searched for my card, and gave it to him.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going ahead," I said, salvaging what little left of my face with no success as my voice cracked.

I went out of the restaurant, ignoring his burning gaze on my back. I was in the elevator lobby when my phone rang with an unknown number on its screen. It didn't take a genius to guess who it was.

I answered, "It's my number. You don't have to check!"

I cut the line and registered the number.

[Adonis]


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