Charles Taylor thought it would be inappropriate for Master Wright to talk to him about these things.
Ivy Smith, who had come looking for Alex Brown, heard their conversation and thought the same as Charles Taylor, so she awkwardly interrupted, “Alex, can I talk to you for a minute?”
Alex Brown seemed to be impatient, Master Wright saw it, but waved his hand forgivingly: “Young people have to be busy with their business, go ahead.”
With that, Alex Brown left with Ivy Smith and learned that the president of Walter Enterprises, with whom the Brown Group had recently intended to cooperate, was also present at the banquet.
It was easier to get closer on an informal occasion, and Alex Brown knew this, so he went to meet with him.
Ivy Smith took him by the arm and lowered her voice to remind him: “The woman next to Cameron Hunter … looks like an old friend of yours, but I’ve sent someone to investigate and there is no connection between them. You should be prepared not to get into unnecessary trouble.”
An old friend?
Alex Brown raised an eyebrow: “Who?”
“Marisa Miller.”
In the center of the sofa, Cameron Hunter sat quietly, taking occasional sips of wine, not participating in any of the social interactions in the ballroom.
What caught Alex Brown’ eye, however, was the woman in his arms.
Ivy Smith was wrong, this woman does not look like Marisa Miller, it should be exactly like Marisa Miller!
If he hadn’t been prepared, he would have rushed up and grabbed the woman without hesitation, whether it was to take her to the police or put her in a private cell, he would never have let her go.
Cameron Hunter noticed his difference, but he didn’t intend to hide it, and deliberately mentioned it in conversation: “I may be presumptuous in asking this question, but this young lady looks like an old friend, are you related to the Miller Family?”
The woman bit her lip and shrank into Cameron Hunter’s arms, her cheeks slightly flushed: “I don’t know anyone from the Miller Family, but Mr. Brown’ question has been asked of me before.”
Cameron Hunter laughed out loud, “Olivia has been with me for a long time, so she wouldn’t be an old friend of yours, but I’m curious about the story between Mr. Brown and that old friend.”
Alex Brown with a smile, but the heart has not let down his guard, repeatedly looking for opportunities to test Olivia Bush, but the deeper the contact, the more you will find her and Marisa Darcydifference.
The more he hates Marisa Miller, the more Alex Brown can’t let another innocent girl bear the hatred, so he gradually collects his mind and talks seriously with Cameron Hunter.
It just so happened that Cameron Hunter was also interested in working together, and They of them had a good conversation and decided to go to a special break room for guests to discuss the collaboration in detail.
“Honey, I haven’t eaten anything tonight and I’m a little hungry.”
As he was about to leave, Olivia Bush fell into Cameron Hunter’s arms and pouted. Cameron Hunter gave Alex Brown a helpless look, but patiently coaxed Olivia Bush for a long time before leaving her alone in the ballroom and promising to take her home for dinner after the business talk.
In the restroom, Olivia Bush places her handbag and a file on the sink and touches up her lipstick in the mirror.
The door to the innermost cubicle opens and Marisa Darcywalks out in the same high heels, dress, hair, makeup, nothing is different from her, and there is even an extra mole on the left side of her nose!
Marisa Darcywalks up to Olivia Bush, picks up the file, turns around in silence and walks out.
Outside the lounge, Eric Chan stood straight by the door, and when he saw “Olivia Bush” approaching, he suddenly looked up and raised his hand to stop her.
“Excuse me, Mr. Brown is talking to Mr. Hunter, please wait here.”
Although he knew Olivia Bush was not that person, Eric Chan was repulsed by the sight of this face.
Marisa Darcylifted her jaw slightly and imitated Olivia Bush’s tone: “I’m Cameron Hunter’s girlfriend, why can’t I come in? If you don’t believe me, you can ask him.”
“I know who you are, but I’m still sorry.” Eric Chan looked like a businessman.
Marisa Darcymuttered to herself, “Cameron Hunter is very fond of Olivia Bush, and never shies away from business matters, so why would he not let her in? Was it Cameron Hunter’s intention, or was it a deliberate retaliation by Alex Brown or Eric Chan?
“No, I have to go to my darling!” She raised her voice and made a move to barge inside.
Eric Chan’s arm was still raised in mid-air, his face unmoving, as if he was sure she wouldn’t dare to run into him.
Sure enough, seeing that he wasn’t threatened, Marisa Darcyturned to her cell phone and waved it in front of his eyes: “If you don’t get out of the way, I’ll call Cameron Hunter, and if I find you and Alex Brown in the middle of this, I’ll …”
“You just called Mr. Brown what?” Eric Chan frowned suspiciously.
Eric Chan has been following Alex Brown for many years and has a particularly delicate mind, so if he finds out who she really is, the consequences will be unthinkable!
Marisa Darcypretended to be angry and complained, and rushed to escape.
In the lounge, after Cameron Hunter and Alex Brown had finalized their collaboration, the conversation was turning to her and Olivia Bush.
“Brown Group has a great future, you and I will have a great future together, just …” Cameron Hunter licked her lower lip and looked at Alex Brown with a heavy face. “Before we cooperate, I have one more condition.”
Alex Brown raised his hand: “Go ahead.”
“I hope Mr. Brown , can help me investigate Olivia .”
Cameron Hunter, hands clasped, propped up on his knees, said with some difficulty: “Olivia, she seems to be different from before, but where exactly this change is manifested, I can’t describe. If I had to describe it, it’s as if, as if two souls are living in the same body.”
Ever since he heard about Marisa Miller, the doubts in his heart swelled up, fearing that it was Marisa Darcywho had hurt his Olivia .
The door to the lounge opened and Alex Brown stepped out. Eric Chan closed the door and followed him towards the ballroom.
Around the corner, Marisa Darcyimmediately turned her back and hurriedly walked in the other direction.