Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

Gareth picked up the phone.

"Mr. Gust..."

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Spencer. I was busy with work, so I couldn't answer your call."

Yuriel showed Gareth plenty of respect as he explained himself.

Gareth laughed and replied, "It's fine. You've probably seen my message just now, right?"

Yuriel chuckled.

"I saw it. Had I known that you had invested in Alumni Network, I wouldn't have wasted my time meeting with Mr. Zahn to discuss the acquisition."

Gareth chuckled in return and said, "It's not too late. Alumni Network is a networking platform meant for youths. I think that a young person understands another young person better.

"I believe Alumni Network will go far under Carlisle's leadership. So, Mr. Gust, don't snatch this opportunity from me, alright?"

Yuriel quickly replied, "Your words are very logical. It seems that I didn't think this through.

He froze immediately after he said those words.

He realized that Dragonaire Studio was Carlisle's as well and that Gareth had invested two billion in it.

Back then, there was even a signing ceremony at Imperial Hotel where the governor of Riverland was invited to officiate. Ever since the signing ceremony, Dragonaire Studio had disappeared from the public eye. It seemed the business world had almost forgotten the

company.

a few billion. On top of that, he had Alumni Network that was very

within Carlisle's management would surely disrupt the business world of Riverland

moment of silence, Yuriel added, "Carlisle has such strong business acumen

if

a little. Even if he were to

afford to offend Gareth, he

you might be disappointed... but we're not short

truly short on funds, Gareth would have to suck it up and ask

were just one percent, the shares would become insanely valuable

Yuriel sounded slightly disappointed.

youths are the future, so I'm

pleasantries, Gareth ended the call. From the conversation, he sensed that Yuriel had started to fear

but say in awe, "Oh, Carlisle. I'm really looking forward to realizing your

think Carlisle was a madman for aiming to

hardly imagine the global

a familiar

"Hi, Mr. Spencer..."

the voice. His dark eyes lit up with

are you here, Luna

I'm here to shop with

not

"Where is she?"

park her car," answered