You Are The Pursuit of My Life

Chapter 2

Three years later.

The night was young and many luxury cars and reporters geared up with cameras and equipment gathered at the gates to the San Fetillo Hilton Hotel.

The Golden Age Group was hosting a party here tonight and had invited the business tycoons of San Fetillo to the event. When the reporters caught wind of the news, they flocked over in hopes of obtaining news that would make the headlines.

At 8 p.m, a sleek Maybach pulled over before the hotel.

"Mr. Reed! It's Mr. Reed from the Golden Age Group!" the reporters yelled and rushed over with their cameras and gear.

Jordan Reed was dressed in a white suit and wore a frivolous smile on his face as he got out of the car. Supermodel Lulu, who was dressed in a chic off shoulder evening dress, got out from the other side of the car. Jordan then reached out to hold Lulu's hand before they decently posed for the camera.

Irene was seated in the passenger's seat with a briefcase in her hand and watched Jordan

and Lulu through the window.

"What the hell. I'm just a assistant. Why can't Jordan leave me out of a party like this? Is he a sicko or what?" she grumbled silently.

The driver beside her reminded, "Assistant Ye, please get off the car! Young Master would be displeased if you're late."

sigh, she opened the car door and lowered her head

arm with Lulu, Irene hastened her footsteps to keep

reflexively when she heard Edric's name. She then saw an Aston Martin pull over slowly before the gates to the hotel. A security guard stepped forward and opened the car door respectfully. Edric

on the other side of the car. Lily Cook, in a fiery red evening dress, smiled as she slowly got out. "Wow, they're such a

the daughter of a secretary while the guy is

match

chatter incessantly. As Irene stared at the couple, a cold

man and a mistress. A match made in heaven indeed,"

couple, Irene quickly turned and hastened her steps to

had already entered the elevator. When Irene noticed that the door was about to close, she dashed over

the elevator, Jordan sneered, "Assistant Ye, you seem to enjoy scaring others, don't you?" "I'm sorry!" Irene lowered

"You'd better follow us closely the next time. If you step out

keep that in

a reason flare up at her and simply let her off the hook after glaring

at the 18th floor, Jordan wrapped his arms around Lulu's waist and led her out. Irene quickly followed them with the briefcase in her arms. When they arrived at the entrance to the

Reed. Got

Jordan and Lulu entered the hall, Irene felt as if she was relieved of a great burden and turned to dash straight for the

elevator

of Irene, who was opening the door to the lounge

disappeared for three years. Why would she appear now?" he