Kyle shook his head, his eyes fixed on the adorable yet docile Noel Sachs as he said mildly, “We’ve broken up. The annulment would just be a matter of time. Sorry to keep you waiting again, Noel.”
“No, it’s alright.” Noel shook her head, her eyes twinkling with tenderness. “I’ll be happy as long as I’m with you, Kyle.”
Kyle’s heart certainly turned into mush from her tameness—he was right to choose her!
Still, he restrained himself and said, “I was just going to visit Cordy, but she was with another man—that firefighter from last night.”
“Old habits die hard, huh? You should have dumped her from the start! She doesn’t deserve you!” Simon snapped shortly.
Kyle nodded—Cordy was certainly too filthy!
“Honestly, let’s not bother with her already. She can do whatever she likes—I’ll just pretend I never had such a shameless daughter!” Simon scoffed ruthlessly at the mention of Cordy before changing the topic of conversation. “I heard a while ago that John Levine, the scion of Levine Ventures, has just returned to the country. You should meet as Starstream Group’s CEO when you have the chance, Noel.”
“Are you letting me take over the company, Dad?” Noel asked a little excitedly.
After all, Cordy’s mother was the one who founded Starstream, and this meant that she would be taking what Cordy desired most.
“Thank you, Daddy! I won’t let you down!” She hurried and showed her determination.
“Of course I trust you,” Simon said affectionately.
“By the way, the Levines are the richest family in the city, aren’t they? John was also said to have a child abroad, but there’s nothing known about the mother?” Noel asked in curiosity.
Simon nodded. “Word is that his grandfather Alan Levine was taken ill, and Alan has asked John to return and take over the family business. John’s been bringing the Levines’ business in the foreign market to new heights, and his acumen for business was said to match even Alan’s. You’re around the same age, Kyle, so try to make his acquaintance—the Levines basically own North City, after all.”
“I’ve spoken to my father about it myself—I will visit the Levines once John formally takes over,” Kyle said humbly.
“He’s only twenty-seven, right?! But he’s already so young and successful… I wonder what he looks like?” Noel murmured to herself just then.
“It’s Alan Levine’s seventieth birthday next month. We’ll be able to meet him then,” Kyle said as he watched her. “What, are you interested in him?”
“No way!” Noel denied it, purring, “I’m only interested in you, Kyle… I think he must be ugly, which was why he got dumped! He probably looks like those middle-aged men with those giant bellies. In North City, only you have it all, Kyle: looks, success, and family connections.”
Kyle could not help smiling at that, as they seemingly nonchalantly changed the subject.
…
The bleak ward where Cordy was staying was a stark contrast to the cheerful atmosphere in Sachs Mansion.
Cordy was a little hungry, though she did not expect herself to cry over an hour over Kyle, who was absolutely not worth it.
Still, before she could order her food, a man in his fifties entered the ward, followed by two ladies who looked to be in their twenties.
“Good day, Ms. Sachs,” the old man greeted her respectfully. “I am John Levine’s valet, but you can call me Winston.”
As Cordy blinked in confusion, Winston introduced, “This is Flora, and this is Scarlet. They are professionally trained maids that Mr. Levine has brought to assist you, and you may order them around as you require while you’re staying here.”
Then, he instructed, “Girls, present Ms. Sachs’ lunch, please.”
Flora and Scarlet swiftly brought over the lunchboxes, laying out an assortment of dishes that would serve as Cordy’s overly scrumptious lunch on her overbed table, even holding out her knife and fork with both hands, respectfully. “Please enjoy your meal, Ms. Sachs.”
Cordy actually thought then that John was overdoing it—he did not have to go so far for her, especially since the fire at his hotel must have inflicted serious damages.
Still, she took the knife and fork while saying, “Thank you.”
Though the food tasted far beyond expectations, Winston suddenly put on a pair of reading glasses and whipped out a little notebook, recording everything while observing Cordy closely. “Apologies if the food isn’t to your taste. May I ask if you have any sort of preferences, or ingredients you don’t like?”
Cordy was stumped for a moment, but she then slowly said, “No.”
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