CHAPTER 199: CHAPTER 199: DON’T TELL ME HE’S MEETING TANYA?!

When the call from Zane Shaw came in, Tanya Sinclair had just returned to her office at the company.

She frowned and confirmed with Zane Shaw, "Are you saying that Vincent Hawthorne had a sudden stomach illness and went to the hospital, so he can’t appear in court today?"

"Yes." Zane Shaw was also helpless, "I really made this trip for nothing today; the court will reschedule the hearing for another time."

He had originally planned to see Vincent Hawthorne’s frustrated expression, but alas, he missed the chance.

Lawyer Shaw expressed his regret.

Tanya knew Vincent Hawthorne’s stomach had always been weak. Back then, she carefully prepared medicine for him and took care of all matters, big and small, to help him recover better.

She didn’t want Vincent to get too emotional or overworked, causing his stomach disease to recur.

But now, she didn’t care at all.

"Alright, when the new court date is confirmed, please inform me, Lawyer Shaw."

"Sure." Zane Shaw said, "Ms. Sinclair, you can rest assured. Without the flagship legal team of Zenith Group supporting him, Vincent Hawthorne is no match for me."

Tanya smiled slightly, "I trust in Lawyer Shaw’s abilities and integrity, both are excellent."

"..."

The compliment was so high that it made Zane Shaw’s few pangs of conscience feel remorseful. He mumbled a few words and then hung up the phone.

After explaining the situation to Tanya, the next step was naturally to report to his actual main client.

Zane Shaw sorted out the situation and sent a long message to Declan Pierce.

At this time, Declan Pierce was in his office.

The office was absurdly large, with its ceilings reaching ten meters high. Massive murals adorned three walls, while the wall behind Declan Pierce bore a bronze-plated cross, with Jesus, arms outstretched in suffering, affixed to it.

In front of Jesus was Declan Pierce, lounging lazily in a chair with his long legs propped up, half-lowered head scrolling through his phone.

His face was strikingly handsome to the point of sharpness, coupled with his dominating presence, creating a searing light in the dimly lit space.

You couldn’t ignore him, but neither could you directly look him in the eye.

The lower-ranked executives were as silent as cicadas in winter under his desk, and across from Declan was Julian Poole, the president of Nexus Technologies, there to discuss collaboration.

His team had just finished presenting the seventh version of their collaboration plan.

Julian Poole looked at Declan Pierce, suppressing his frustration, and spoke, "President Pierce, are there any aspects of this version that you’re still unsatisfied with and need us to adjust?"

Seven versions had already been revised over the past three days!

Julian Poole even somewhat suspected that Declan Pierce was deliberately making things difficult for him!

Declan Pierce lifted his gaze from his phone and finally glanced at Julian Poole.

"President Poole, this version of the plan is quite good. However..."

The man’s ink-black eyes narrowed slightly as if pondering his choice, then he rose leisurely and replied, "But I prefer the first version. You’ve worked hard these past few days, President Poole."

Julian Poole nearly choked on a mouthful of blood.

He could only swallow it back, "Alright, then we’ll go with the first version. President Pierce, I hope our subsequent collaboration will be more pleasant."

As Declan Pierce approached, Julian Poole took the initiative to stand and extend his hand.

Declan Pierce’s expression was cool as his gaze landed on Julian’s face. After a few seconds, he extended his hand to shake Julian’s.

Then, he asked a question seemingly out of the blue.

"President Poole, where are you staying lately?"

Julian Poole cautiously asked, "Why does President Pierce suddenly take an interest in this?"

This shameless fellow had moved into the same building as Tanya Sinclair.

Declan Pierce smiled, "It’s nothing special. Since our collaboration will begin soon, as the primary person responsible, you’ll be quite busy. I suggest moving to a place closer to the company to save time on commutes."

Julian Poole replied politely, "There’s no need to worry about that, President Pierce. My work and personal life won’t conflict."

Personal life...

A quiet chill rose in Declan Pierce’s dark, deep eyes.

He stared at Julian Poole for a few seconds, his thin lips curling into a smile that sent chills down one’s spine.

"Alright, President Poole truly is a master of time management."

Julian Poole: "?"

His sixth sense vaguely told him that Declan Pierce might not be too friendly toward him.

To be precise, his gaze seemed to say he wanted to throw him off the forty-ninth floor...

As Declan Pierce walked out, Julian Poole discreetly pulled back the trailing Janne Hayes.

He was familiar with Janne Hayes, so he lowered his voice and directly asked, "Special Assistant Hayes, have I done something to offend your President Pierce?"

That shouldn’t be the case, he had just returned to the country not long ago... Besides, this cooperation was a win-win for both!

Janne Hayes felt a bit awkward, too.

He couldn’t exactly say, ’You’re competing for a woman with our President Pierce, could he?’

He chuckled twice, "No such thing, our President Pierce just has that kind of temperament. Even if a stray dog bothers him on the street, he’ll give it a kick."

Julian Poole: "..."

He seemed to have been unintentionally insulted.

After some thought, Julian Poole still wanted to resolve the issue, "How about I arrange a dinner meeting sometime and invite President Pierce for a meal? Please let me know when President Pierce is available."

As President Pierce’s personal assistant, Janne Hayes naturally had the best understanding of his schedule.

Janne Hayes pondered for a moment, "President Pierce’s dinner slot is open this evening..."

"Oh, not tonight!" Julian Poole immediately declined, "I’m not available tonight, sorry. I have a date."

Just then, a call came in.

Julian Poole excused himself to Janne Hayes and walked out, taking the call.

"Hmm, just finished. Send me the location of the restaurant... Alright, I’ve already ordered a bouquet of roses to be delivered to the restaurant beforehand."

Watching Julian Poole’s back as he left with a spring in his step, Janne Hayes frowned slightly, touching his chin.

He did not just have an appointment, but a date.

Paired with Julian Poole’s eyes that couldn’t hide their smile... and the fact he was sending roses...

Janne Hayes’s eyes widened abruptly, alarm bells ringing in his head!

—Oh no, could he possibly be meeting Tanya Sinclair!!