CHAPTER 185: CHAPTER 103: HE GOT DRUNK AND CAME LOOKING FOR HER (2)

"Mm."

Leaving the office, Rebecca Quentin went to her seat and called Howard Geoffrey’s secretary, finally setting the time for the evening.

After the call, Rebecca Quentin started handling the day’s work.

The work of a secretary wasn’t complicated, but since Luna Spenser started her leave today, she had a lot more to do.

At nine o’clock, she accompanied Skyler Jones to a meeting, and before she knew it, it was eleven.

Holding the documents, she walked out of the conference room with Skyler Jones. After several executives discreetly distanced themselves, Skyler Jones paused and asked, "Do you need to avoid it tonight?"

Rebecca Quentin didn’t hear clearly at first, "Huh?"

Skyler Jones replied slowly, "If you don’t want to see him."

Rebecca Quentin, realizing, responded, "Mr. Geoffrey might not be discussing business with you, so I don’t need to be present." She wasn’t afraid to see him, just didn’t want to argue with him. Since he said he didn’t want to see her, then so be it; she wasn’t in the mood to deal with him.

This kind of avoidance, she still couldn’t let go of...

Skyler Jones’s mind drifted to a darker side, yet his tone remained calm, "Alright, get some rest early tonight. With Luna not around, you must be exhausted today."

In the afternoon, after discussing with Vargo’s boss, Rebecca Quentin walked into the "Oversky" building, chatting and laughing with Skyler Jones about work matters.

Perhaps she was too focused on the discussion and didn’t notice the imposing figure who entered from the other side of the "Oversky" building.

"I think Mr. Oliver is very agreeable, we might be able to negotiate a better discount..."

Skyler Jones’s peripheral vision caught the person entering from the left and suddenly, he turned with a smile and said, "You are becoming more and more perceptive; next time, you should be the one to negotiate with Mr. Oliver..."

With joy on her face, Rebecca Quentin replied, "Sure!" She had always wanted to test her social skills and see if she had truly improved, which would be greatly beneficial for her future dealings.

"Becca!"

"Mm?"

Skyler Jones suddenly stopped and steadied her shoulder.

Rebecca Quentin widened her eyes in confusion, "What’s up?"

Skyler Jones said softly, "An eyelash fell on the corner of your eye."

"Really?" Rebecca Quentin, embarrassed, blinked, "I didn’t feel it..."

"Let me help you!"

"Oh..."

Seemingly unclear, Skyler Jones bent down, his fingers touching the corner of her eye.

This posture didn’t originally make Rebecca Quentin feel anything, but when Skyler Jones approached, his breath blended with hers, creating an unintentional intimacy that made her uncomfortable. She instinctively turned her head away, awkwardly saying, "Let me do it myself, I’ll go freshen up in the restroom."

"Don’t move, it’s done!"

At his words, Rebecca Quentin couldn’t refuse, so she let Skyler Jones turn her face back.

From the left, Howard Geoffrey, who was conversing jovially with the foreign executive beside him, noticed the scene on the right with sharp observance.

"Wow, what a beautiful scene..."

The foreign executive also noticed the scene on the right and exclaimed.

From their angle, Rebecca Quentin was almost entirely obscured by Skyler Jones’s tall figure, and the act of him bending down and her slight head-turn to resist, made it look as if the two were kissing in public, with quite an ambiguous vibe.

No one noticed the change in Howard Geoffrey’s gaze at this moment, which was a sharp shift.

Skyler Jones said, "All done!"

"Thanks, I’ll go touch up in the restroom."

"Okay."

Perhaps still unaccustomed to what just happened, Rebecca Quentin didn’t look around as she left, flustered.

"Mr. Jones!!"

The foreign executive called Skyler Jones in English.

Skyler Jones turned and saw Howard Geoffrey greeting the French International Business Director, Mr. Robinson, showing pleasant surprise as he went over, responding in English, "Mr. Robinson, long time no see!"

Skyler Jones nodded at Howard Geoffrey, then courteously shook hands with Robinson.

Robinson smiled and said, "Mr. Jones, you’re really having fun, giving everyone quite a sight in the lobby... That beautiful girl must be your fiancée, right?"

"You’ve got Mr. Robinson joking..." Skyler Jones’s unexplained response made the earlier scene even more suggestive.

Robinson turned to look at Howard Geoffrey, who remained indifferent, and said with a smile, "Mr. Geoffrey, your elder brother is about to get married, you should likewise put in some effort!"

"I’ve always been no match for my elder brother. Mr. Robinson, if you have the time, you should introduce someone to me," Howard Geoffrey, adept in social dealings, replied.

"Mr. Geoffrey, you’re joking. You’re so outstanding, surely you won’t lack women. If you truly haven’t found one yet, I wouldn’t mind introducing my niece to you..."

"Sure, Mr. Robinson, don’t forget about it."

The three laughed and entered the elevator, accompanied by Howard Geoffrey’s secretary.

When Rebecca Quentin came out of the restroom, Skyler Jones was nowhere to be seen.

Thinking that Skyler Jones might have already returned to the office, she got on the elevator.

As soon as Rebecca Quentin returned to her office, she was startled by the animated discussion among small groups about someone.

"Yeah... I saw him when I was coming up too... He’s really handsome, I nearly fainted..."

"It’s my first time seeing him in person, he’s much more handsome than on TV news... Unfortunately, today’s newspaper said he seems to have a new girlfriend again..."

The chatter entered Rebecca Quentin’s ears; she naturally knew what they were discussing, and the person inadvertently flashed through her mind.

He, who had regained the top position as the number one eligible bachelor, once again sparked countless women’s fantasies.

She admitted, there are many wealthy men, but someone as rich and attractive as him causing such a stir wasn’t unexpected.

Hold on, hearing them say this, did he come to "Oversky"?

Just as Rebecca Quentin was puzzled, the direct line phone exclusive to the president rang on her desk.

She immediately snapped back to reality and pressed to answer.

"Secretary Quentin, come up and make a few cups of coffee."

"Okay."