CHAPTER 92: CHAPTER 56: AN UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTER WITH HIM (PART 1)

"I’m sorry, Eleanor, I’ll be more careful next time."

"What good is being careful now, the mistake has already been made. I’m telling you, if the hotel deducts our commission, I’ll deduct it from you!"

Becca didn’t respond.

Just then, a rich, steady voice came through, "It’s just a small mistake, no need to go as far as deducting commission. The young lady has cut her hand, it’s more important to let her get it bandaged first."

Seeing who it was, Eleanor immediately nodded and bowed, "Yes, yes, Mr. Jones, it was my mishandling... Go do your work!"

"Yes."

Rebecca Quentin quickly walked away, and after taking a few steps, she instinctively turned back to look at the person who had just helped her.

The silver-gray suit and the handsome figure, which easily left a deep impression, told her that this "Mr. Jones" was the last guest she had escorted.

"Mr. Jones, the restroom is this way, please follow me."

Seeing her colleague leading him, Rebecca realized that he had just happened to be going to the restroom and came across her being scolded.

Looks like there are still many kind-hearted people in this world. However, she should thank him, otherwise her commission would definitely be gone.

Sometimes one really needs to be composed. Otherwise, someone like her who always performs well would not make such an error tonight, nor think of a certain someone while picking up glass shards, disrupting her state of mind and getting injured by the glass.

When Rebecca returned to the banquet hall after having her wound bandaged by a hotel attendant, she inadvertently saw the man referred to as "Mr. Jones" now clinking glasses with Howard Geoffrey.

Thinking that anyone who could socialize with Howard Geoffrey must be someone extraordinary, Rebecca pulled a colleague aside and asked in a low voice, "Um, the person clinking glasses with Mr. Geoffrey right now, who is he?"

Seeing Rebecca’s keen interest, the colleague teased, "So you like the mature, stable uncle type, huh? He is Skyler Jones, the president of ’Oversky’ Group. He’s quite good-looking too, and seems very attractive!"

"Oh."

She’s heard about ’Oversky’ Group; it’s recently been all over the news and newspapers in T City. She didn’t expect the person in charge to be so refined.

While Rebecca was deep in her thoughts, Eleanor suddenly appeared and grudgingly said, "Rebecca Quentin, you’re injured and can’t do other tasks, so just leave for now. We’ll give you your commission next time."

"Alright, thank you, Eleanor."

After leaving the hotel, Rebecca initially planned to leave, but suddenly thought of "Mr. Jones" from earlier.

Although he merely intervened out of goodwill, she still wanted to thank him in person.

Guessing someone like Skyler Jones wouldn’t wait until the banquet ended to leave, Rebecca went to the hotel parking lot, patiently waiting for Skyler Jones to come out.

The reason she waited here was that she knew the protocol of such high-end hotels was to reserve the most convenient parking spots at the front for the most important guests, and with Skyler Jones’ status, his car must surely be parked here.

Whether it was fate or not, when Rebecca was standing on twelve-inch heels, legs turning weak from waiting, the one she finally saw wasn’t Skyler Jones but Howard Geoffrey, who was discussing business with his secretary.

Seeing Howard Geoffrey walking towards her, she initially wanted to leave unnoticed, but as she was about to go, Howard Geoffrey’s gaze suddenly locked onto her.

This is truly awkward...

Escaping in front of him now would just look too flustered, yet staying put here seemed awkward too, especially since he had now spotted her.

Just as Rebecca was praying that Geoffrey’s car wasn’t parked near her, she was shocked to hear the sound of a car door opening behind her. She instinctively looked back and noticed that Geoffrey’s car was indeed parked behind her, with Roye opening the door welcoming him respectfully.

Oh my god...

There’s nothing she can do to clear her name now; they must think she was waiting for him...

How could she be so blind, not even noticing his car before, now this is really embarrassing.

As Howard Geoffrey walked step by step toward the car, he glanced at Rebecca several times, leaving her even more at a loss.

When they were only three meters apart, Howard Geoffrey stopped, his deep black eyes staring at her.

It was just a simple, inexpensive dress, yet it made her look beautiful...

This seemed to be the first time since their reunion that she appeared so elegant and dignified in front of him, her movements reminiscent of four years ago.

The wind in the parking lot gently swept by, unintentionally lifting the hem of her dress, adding to her charm.

Rebecca nervously fidgeted with her fingers, wondering what to do now, but she didn’t want him to misunderstand.

Just as it seemed the whole world had stopped, Rebecca suddenly saw Skyler Jones emerging from the hotel.

At this moment, Howard Geoffrey moved toward Rebecca, and Rebecca also moved toward Howard, but just when everyone thought Rebecca was about to speak to Howard, she suddenly walked past him, smiling and greeting Skyler Jones, who was walking behind him, "Hello, Mr. Jones."

Skyler Jones seemed not to recognize Rebecca, but nodded politely in acknowledgment.

Rebecca quickly explained, "Uh, my name is Rebecca Quentin. I was the one being scolded in the kitchen earlier. Thank you so much for helping me out then."

The feeling of chaos was probably what described Mr. Geoffrey’s current feelings!

However, the scene wasn’t as awkward as one might imagine. As Rebecca spoke to Skyler Jones, Howard Geoffrey didn’t slow his pace, entering the vehicle directly.

Roye quickly closed the car door and started the engine.

Through the rearview mirror, Roye sneakily observed his boss.

Although Howard Geoffrey’s expression appeared unchanged, Roye remained on edge, as a chill emanating from him enveloped the entire car.

Simultaneously, Skyler Jones walked toward his own car, elegantly saying, "It’s such a small matter; there’s no need to thank me."

Catching the car in his peripheral vision as it completely drove away, Rebecca let out a breath of relief, her smile fading gently, she slowly remarked, "I do need to, because I’ve met too few good people."

Skyler Jones was just about to get into his car but seemed to catch the melancholy in Rebecca’s words, smiling slightly, "A young girl like you speaking as if you’ve been through a lot."