Chapter 99 Let the Past Be the Past
At night, Elise sat down in front of her laptop and stared at her chat history with Alexander. After hesitating for a moment, she finally typed out the message she wanted to send him. ‘Mr. Griffith, I’ll be going overseas in a few days’ time. We’ll have to stop the Arisian classes for now, and I’ll inform you once I’m back in the country.’
When Alexander received the message from Sare, he didn’t get the chance to respond immediately as someone knocked on his door just then. Cameron hurried into the room moments later. “President Griffith, I’ve booked the flight tickets to France and the entrance tickets for the French Grand Prix. Here you go.”
Alexander nodded. “You can leave them there.” Cameron obediently placed the tickets by the side before he continued speaking. “The president knows that you’re going to France, and he specially requested for you to visit an old friend on behalf of him while you’re there. This is his friend’s address—he told me to pass it to you.”
Cameron pulled out a piece of A4 paper that had a series of French words written on it. Alexander frowned as he glanced at the French address. I don’t think I’ve ever heard Grandpa talk about his friend in France. Well, I guess I should follow his orders since he’s my senior. “Just let Grandpa know that I’ll be sure to visit his friend,” Alexander finally uttered.
“Got it, President Griffith! I’ll excuse myself now.” Once Cameron left the room, Alexander shifted his focus back to Elise’s message on his screen. ‘I happen to be busy too. We can get in touch once you’re done with your business,’ he replied.
After sending the message, Alexander picked up the flight and entrance tickets that had been left on his table. He held it tightly in his hands while he glanced out of the window to look at the night sky. Fragments of the past flashed across his mind, and he thought, When will I be able to see you in an international competition again, Sue?
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Three days later, Elise and Jamie boarded a flight to France. Before they took off, Elise removed her makeup in the airport’s bathroom and returned to her usual self. She looked fresher and livelier once she was done. “You’re both pretty and cool when you’re your usual self, Boss. I don’t understand why you prefer making yourself look like a complete loser.” Jamie couldn’t help but protest her actions.
Elise merely smirked in response. “What do you know? This is my way of experiencing life. In other words, you’re also saying that I have really impressive makeup skills, right?”
Jamie had to agree with her. As Jamie thought about their trip to France, another question popped into his mind. “Boss, have you ever considered joining another international competition?” he muttered.
Elise didn’t respond to his question this time. “Let the past be the past,” she said with a smile.
After approximately ten hours, their flight finally landed in Paris. It was already past midnight when they landed, and a gust of cold wind welcomed them the moment they stepped out of the airplane. Elise shuddered in response, and Jamie hastily took his jacket off to put it on her. “I’m afraid you might catch a cold, Boss,” he uttered.
A surge of warmth filled Elise. “Thanks, brother,” she replied.
Jamie felt oddly bashful after hearing her words. “You don’t need to be so polite with me, Boss.”
“Let’s go to the hotel first! We can drop by the manor tomorrow,” Elise suggested. Jamie didn’t have much of an opinion, so he followed Elise to the hotel. They each got a room for themselves.
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