A Moment in Destiny novel Chapter 311

Theodore fell into the silence for a long while. Then he nodded. “Sure! Please go ahead.”

Leila turned around and left the office.

Walking out of Theodore’s office, she received a call from Arthur. “Hey, Lexi. Where are you? Shall we lunch together? You ruthless girl. I almost died because of you. How could you have the heart not to see me for just once?”

Upon hearing his complaints, Leila pressed her lips into a smile. “I’m sorry. I’m in my university now. I won’t go to the gym this afternoon and I don’t have time at noon either. I’m terribly sorry, Arthur. Well, I didn’t have diarrhea though. Was it caused by something you ate somewhere else?”

She had adjusted her taekwondo class time to this noon and she was going to the gym now, but she didn’t want Arthur to know it.

“What? Won’t you go there? Why? From whom did you learn such a skill?”

“Haha... I asked for one-day off today. I have something to deal with at home.”

“Oh, I see. I’ll have lunch by myself, then.” Arthur sounded quite weakened.

Leila shook her head in amusement and hung up the phone.

She put the pile of materials into her bag, heaving a sigh.

It was so attractive for her when thinking about studying overseas. She wondered if she should go.

At noon, after the class in the gym, Leila put the materials back in Pearl Community. Then she received a call from Vincent’s driver. They made an appointment to meet at four o’clock in the afternoon outside the community.

White Group.

“Mr. White, a gentleman with the surname Gordon wants to meet you.” The secretary’s voice came over from the internal line.

Vincent creased his eyebrows slightly. “Let him come in.”

“Yes, Mr. White.”

Shortly, Julian arrived in Vincent’s office. Clara knocked at the door of the CEO’s office with him behind her. Vincent’s voice came from the inside: “Come in, please.”

Julian took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and walked in.

Vincent was sitting in the big office chair, raising his chin slightly. “Please have a seat.”

Julian walked over to sit on the sofa.

Vincent said to Clara, “Clara, please make two cups of coffee.”

“Yes, Mr. White,” Clara answered and walked out.

Vincent paused his work. Looking up at Julian, who was sitting on the sofa with an uneasy face, Vincent asked in a light tone, “How will you give in?”

Julian was taken aback. Taking a deep breath, he asked, “What to give in?”

“That night, Leila experienced a kidnap. Don’t you tell me that you have no idea about it?” Vincent said flatly, his voice calm and aloof.

“You suspect I did that, don’t you?” Julian wasn’t panicked. He just stared at Vincent with widened eyes. “Senior, I want to know why you suspected me.”

“Humph!” With a sneer, Vincent crossed his hands resting them on the desk, his eyes sharp and wise. “What do you think?”

Clara walked in, delivering two cups of coffee. Vincent said, “Clara, please close the door for me.”

The door was closed and only Vincent and Julian were left in the CEO’s office. Vincent stood up and walked over to sit down on the sofa opposite Julian. “Give in, please. You know it’s impossible no matter what you’ve done. I don’t have any problem with my sexual orientation. You should go to see a psychological doctor. Perhaps you are just suffering from some mental problems, and you are not gay at all.”

Julian felt a sharp pang in his heart, his expression changing. He just looked at Vincent in a daze, his feminine handsome face full of bitterness and his eyes full of pains. “Senior, you know I can’t give in...”

“I don’t have the duty and obligation to fool around with you. I’m sorry.” Vincent’s cold voice was heard, leaving no room for negotiation at all.

Julian’s face was pale. Looking at Vincent’s handsome face, he realized that his love for Vincent was too deep that he couldn’t give in so easily.

“If you hurt Leila, you should know what kind man I am. In that case, whatever I’ve done cannot be controlled by you or me,” Vincent added in a cold tone.

“Senior, you married her not for love. You’ll break up sooner or later.”

“Julian Gordon, you are always a decisive man,” interrupting Julian’s words, Vincent continued, “It’s the business between me and Leila. You are just an outsider.”

“I can help you deal with Brain Hunter.”

“Why do I need to deal with Brain Hunter? He’s my father-in-law, our respectful mayor of F City. Julian Gordon, what wild guess have you made?”

“Is that really this simple, Senior?” Julian smiled in silence. “The death of Mr. White was still a mystery. Don’t you truly want to know? The rumors all said that it had something to do with Brian Hunter. Isn’t that the reason why you looked for the Hunter family?”

Sure enough, he mentioned the late Mr. White. Vincent’s face fell. Shortly, he returned to calm. With a sneer, he looked at Julian with a meaningful look. “Really? It seemed that you know the inside story. Or, did our dear Director Gordon know the inside story back then?”