I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 168

Is This How You Treat Clients? Hints of coldness and anger appeared on Aidan’s face as he lifted his gaze to look at Elijah. “Get lost.” Elijah glanced behind him, then looked back at Aidan and said slowly, “I heard you calling Leanna’s name. Do you know her?” “It has nothing to do with you.” “It doesn’t look like Leanna wants to see you, though. If that’s the case, why are you so aggressive?” Aidan sneered. “Did she personally tell you that she doesn’t want to see me?” Elijah fell silent. It was true that she didn’t say anything about it, but her reactions were clear as day. Even so, Elijah had no intentions of backing off.

The stalemate was about to be broken when Aidan caught sight of a figure at the side. He said indifferently, “Zoe.” The figure froze before it ran even faster. Aidan’s voice turned colder. “Gigi.” Zoe was at a loss for words. She felt that this name would stick with her for life. Zoe didn’t dare run away anymore, fearing that the lowlife named Aidan would settle the scores with her later. She laughed dryly and went over reluctantly. “Haha, fancy seeing you here, President Pearson. I thought someone called my name, but I never thought that it’d be the handsome President Pearson. Your brilliance is too blinding, and I almost couldn’t see you.” Jonathan felt that Zoe was even better than him at buttering Aidan up. After Elijah calmed down, he asked, “Zoe, do you know President Pearson?”

The woman was about to answer when she suddenly remembered her plans of match-making Leanna and Elijah, so she couldn’t possibly let him know that Aidan was Leanna’s ex-husband. She seemed to be tongue-tied, unable to say a word. Just then, Jonathan walked up at the appropriate time. “Miss Hart, I was the one who contacted you earlier.” Zoe was stunned. “Earlier?” Jonathan said specifically, “About half an hour ago.” Zoe was speechless. She was wondering how the lowlife had managed to find this place, but she soon realized that he had tricked her.

asked Nana to design a necklace… Elijah, you can go back first since everyone’s waiting. I’ll discuss work with President Pearson for a bit before heading in.” After hearing that, Elijah seemed assured as he nodded and turned to leave. When he was gone, Aidan said impatiently, “Give her a call and tell her to come back.” Faced with the strong oppression of capitalism, Zoe

“Don’t you think it’s a coincidence that this client is President Pearson himself… Huh? You aren’t feeling well, so you’re already home? Alright then, it’s indeed a pity. I believe that President Pearson is a kind person, so he’ll understand…” Zoe hadn’t finished talking when her phone was snatched away. Aidan said coldly, “You’d better appear before me in five minutes, or your friend won’t be going back.” Leanna was speechless. Apart from threatening people, what else could this lowlife do? After ending the call, Leanna could only slowly walk out of

frown. This lowlife had been out of his mind recently. In the end, right before the five-minute mark, Leanna stood in front of Aidan after four minutes and fifty-nine seconds had elapsed. She suppressed her temper as she said calmly, “What do you mean by this, President Pearson?” Aidan was dissatisfied. “Is this how you treat your clients?” Leanna didn’t say anything in return. Zoe suggested, “President Pearson, it must be uncomfortable to stand here and talk. Why don’t we find

sight of this scene, she would probably put on a show. More importantly, Zoe’s main objective right now was to match Leanna up with Elijah. She mustn’t allow this matter with Aidan to mess up her plans. Aidan glanced at Jonathan, and the latter immediately went about making arrangements. Two minutes later, the hotel manager emerged and led them to the VIP lounge. Along the way, Zoe whispered, “Nana, we should accept every client that comes knocking. This lowlife doesn’t lack money anyway, so feel free to charge him extra.” Leanna gradually calmed down. By the looks of it,

phone to begin taking notes. “What are you looking to design, President Pearson? A necklace? A bracelet? Earrings, perhaps? Or is it something else—” Aidan said indifferently, “Whatever.” Leanna endured it as wrote the word ‘whatever’ on her phone. She continued to ask, “What style do you have in mind, President Pearson?” “Whatever.” “Then—” “Do as you please with everything.” Leanna put down her phone, her expression cold. “If you intend to treat me as a pastime, you can do