CHAPTER 69: CHAPTER 69: TEMPORARILY SENT ON A BUSINESS TRIP

Auntie Flora nodded, "Rest assured, Madam, I will definitely keep a close eye on Miss Quincy."

Eleanor Ford trusted her, after all, she was her own person, otherwise, she wouldn’t have arranged for her to take care of her precious grandson here.

Monday.

Laura Quincy had just settled into her seat when she heard a commotion outside. She didn’t pay much attention to it and opened her computer to start working.

Suddenly the door was pushed open, and the long-lost Eldest Young Master Thorne suddenly appeared, "Laura, quickly pack your things and come with me."

Laura Quincy looked puzzled, "Where to?"

Asher Thorne glanced at his watch, "Where else? We’re going on a business trip! We can’t find a suitable French translator right now, so you need to pack your bags immediately and go to Luminel with me."

Laura Quincy was stunned, Young Master Thorne really likes surprises, doesn’t he? Who goes on a business trip without giving a heads-up?

Don’t people need to go home and pack a few changes of clothes before leaving?

"Huh? Right now?"

"Of course!"

Saying this, Asher Thorne reached out to pull Laura Quincy, seeming very urgent.

Just like that, Laura Quincy was inexplicably dragged on the road to the airport. In her bag, apart from her ID card and passport, there were only essentials like a small mirror, lip balm, lipstick, and tissues...

In the car, she said helplessly, "Young Master Thorne, I at least need to go back and take a set of clothes to change into!"

Asher Thorne replied with a smile, "Once we arrive in Luminel, I’ll have someone take you shopping, I’ll cover all the costs."

Laura Quincy rubbed her forehead, the main issue is the personal attire!

"But..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was cut off, "I know, personal attire, right? I’ll call the hotel staff there now, they’ll buy and have them washed and dried for you, so you’ll have things to change into once you get to the hotel."

Laura Quincy immediately wanted to find a hole to crawl into, Young Master Thorne is simply... a master in the field of romance!

Even knowing that women’s personal attire needs to be washed before wearing...

She was utterly embarrassed...

Seeing her cheeks flush with red, Asher Thorne couldn’t help but laugh, "This way, you have no worries, right?"

Laura Quincy: "..."

Upon reaching the airport, Laura finally understood why Young Master Thorne was in such a rush, not even allowing her to go back once. The flight time was already near.

In other companies before, Laura had also traveled on business trips, but always in economy class. Ever since joining Aegis Group, every trip with leadership was in business class, which was quite a flattering experience.

After the plane took off, Laura couldn’t help but ask, "Young Master Thorne, is this trip to Gaulia because of Mr. George..."

Asher Thorne shook his head, "It’s not related to him, it’s for another project. We’re staying in Luminel for two days, then we’ll go to a vineyard chateau in Vinera. The purpose of this trip is to buy that vineyard chateau, you’re accompanying as my assistant."

Laura understood and said awkwardly, "Young Master Thorne, isn’t your French quite good?"

Asher Thorne rubbed his nose, "Yes, but working with men and women is less tiring, and Jason will also be arriving at the vineyard chateau in two days. You’re mainly there to serve as his personal translator."

Laura Quincy: "..."

She thought it was just a simple business trip with Young Master Thorne, but The Demon King popped up again. Wasn’t he supposed to be in Grestin?

The identity of the chief executive of a major group is indeed busy, always flying around, no wonder Twinkle is so lonely...

It seems that the life of the rich isn’t entirely blissful either, always busy like a dog, it’s better to be ordinary and earn a steady paycheck.

Luminel.

After sorting out the hotel check-in, Laura discovered that in her room there were indeed washed personal clothes, and they were just her size.

At that moment, she blushed to the max, unable to believe how accurately Young Master Thorne could judge...

In the wardrobe outside, there were at least three sets of clothes, all of different types for her to choose from.

Upon checking them, they were all luxury brands. Each piece must cost at least ten thousand! About a month and a half of her salary!

How could she wear them with peace of mind?

At dinner, she said, "Young Master Thorne, these clothes are really too expensive. I haven’t even worn the other two, you should return them."

Asher Thorne raised his peach blossom eyes slightly, "Oh? You don’t like them?"

Laura Quincy shook her head, "They’re too expensive, one of these outfits costs me a month and a half of my salary."

Asher Thorne blinked, "Oh! I get it, you’re saying Jason is paying you too little."

Laura Quincy was exasperated; what kind of mind does this man have?

Can he think of something normal?

"Young Master Thorne, you misunderstood! I don’t mean to complain about my salary. I just think these clothes are too expensive and don’t fit my status."

However, Asher Thorne dismissed it, "Miss Quincy, we’ve come to the fashion capital of the world, and you’re my accompanying translator. Your attire represents my image and taste. These clothes are gifts from me to you; whether you wear them after we return is your business, but while you’re working by my side, you have to do as I say, OK?"

Laura Quincy: "..."

Alright! Apparently, reasoning with Eldest Young Master Thorne doesn’t work.

Asher Thorne reverted to his usual smiling demeanor, "Let’s eat, finish and get a good rest back at the hotel. Tomorrow morning, accompany me for morning tea, and in the afternoon, we’ll head to the golf course. Then, the day after we’ll set off for Vinera."

Laura Quincy thought: Since I’m here, I might as well make the best of it!

The Bordeaux vineyard winery was long famous, everywhere she looked was a vision of lush green grape trellises. Upon closer inspection, she could spot clusters of green or deep purple grapes, glistening temptingly.

As a translator, Laura Quincy followed Asher Thorne around the vineyard, sampling numerous delicious grapes. The grapes here, blessed with abundant sunlight, were plump, sweet, and juicy.

While Asher Thorne discussed business privately with the vineyard owner, Laura Quincy picked grapes nearby to eat. The gardener patiently taught her how to distinguish the sweet ones from the slightly sour ones...

She got along especially well with the gardeners, standing aside to watch the servants in the vineyard make wine.

"So serious?"

The unexpected deep male voice almost startled Laura Quincy into a stumble. She had been leaning forward to watch others make wine, lost in the heady and fragrant grape aroma...

But how could this familiar male voice be explained?

Jason Hawthorne quickly reached out to catch her around the waist as she leaned back—

—falling into his arms.

In that instant, their eyes met.

Laura Quincy felt as if she had fallen into a pair of deep black whirlpools...

Jason Hawthorne didn’t let go immediately, instead quietly staring into her clear almond eyes...

"Miss Quincy, is this handsome man your boyfriend?"

The servants joked in French, having grown familiar with Laura Quincy, naturally assuming he was her boyfriend when they saw this scene.

Laura Quincy blushed as she stood firm from Jason Hawthorne’s embrace, thinking: Luckily, The Demon King can’t understand French, otherwise, how awkward it would be!

She replied with a blush in French, "Not my boyfriend."

The servants smiled silently, but in their hearts, they accepted it as truth.

Laura Quincy didn’t bother to explain much; sometimes, the more you explain, the more it seems like a cover-up. No matter, the Demon King doesn’t understand French anyway.

In fact, unknown to her, Jason Hawthorne understood basic French. For example, he understood what the servants said.

He thought, this day is bound to come soon.

During dinner, Asher Thorne was naturally delighted to see his friend arrive, and the vineyard owner stated he would bring out his cherished self-made wine to entertain the distinguished guest.

Laura Quincy, as the CEO’s translator, naturally sat next to Jason Hawthorne, translating in whispers whenever the vineyard owner spoke.

Similarly, whatever Jason Hawthorne said, she translated for the vineyard owner.

Being in high spirits, everyone drank quite a bit, Laura Quincy included, having two glasses herself. The wine didn’t taste strong at first, only rich and delicious, enticing her to indulge further.

Jason Hawthorne and Asher Thorne couldn’t refuse the vineyard owner’s enthusiasm, each drinking at least two bottles.

When Laura Quincy reached her third glass, she felt the alcohol’s effects kicking in. The wine’s aftereffect was indeed potent; one more glass and she’d be drunk...

She then got up, making an excuse to go to the bathroom, which no one minded, considering she was a woman.

Tonight, the sky was strewn with twinkling stars, exceptionally romantic.

After using the bathroom, Laura Quincy strolled down the corridor to the backyard. The cool night breeze made her reluctant to leave, so she found a long bench to sit on, surrounded by grape trellises and a few blooming unknown flowers...

How wonderful it would be to live in a quiet vineyard winery away from the urban clamor, eating home-grown vegetables and drinking self-made wine—like a divine couple’s life!

Laura Quincy leaned back and gazed at the blanket of stars dotted across the sky, her thoughts drifting far and wide...

"You really like it here?"

Lost in her reverie, Laura Quincy was suddenly interrupted. She turned to the presence, blinking in disbelief, "How are you here?"

Jason Hawthorne casually sat beside her, "I came to find a certain small woman, afraid she might get lost."

Laura Quincy pointed at herself, "How could I possibly get lost? I just wanted to sit here and watch the stars!"

Jason Hawthorne appeared slightly tipsy, "Oh?"

As he spoke, he too tilted his head back to follow her gaze. The night, indeed, was beautiful. If only Twinkle were here...

"Laura Quincy, do you really not remember anything from the past?"

"What?"

Laura Quincy looked at Jason Hawthorne, sitting beside her, somewhat perplexed. Was he talking to her? Not remember anything from the past?

Did they know each other before?

Jason Hawthorne stared into her, his black eyes profoundly deep. Why had he chosen her six years ago?

This question had once deeply troubled him and even now, he couldn’t provide a precise answer...

"Have you had too much to drink?"

Laura Quincy asked, puzzled, convinced this was the only explanation for his sudden outburst.

Jason Hawthorne closed his eyes slightly, "Do you think I get drunk that easily?"

Laura Quincy: "..."

Um... typically, those who insist they’re not drunk are indeed drunk...