Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 34

People in the room could obviously feel that James wasn't in a good mood.

From the moment Angela went out, no one dared to speak again.

It was Lorenzo who became much more relaxed and resumed his previously elegant and easygoing style.

He poured wine for a few people and chuckled lightly.

"Don't let irrelevant people ruin our night, let's continue drinking."

He clinked glasses with a few people and drank it all down.

The atmosphere in the room was getting better, as if Angela hadn't appeared there at all.

It was just the smoke that was lighted and put off again and again. James sat in the middle of the room. He seemed to be in a very low spirit.

Lorenzo had been drinking with people and became a little bolder, but he was still cautious when speaking to James, "Mr. Harvey, what do you think of the latest project of my company?"

The payback on this new project was very impressive if it was well done.”

But the disadvantage was that this project was so big that too many aspects were involved. In terms of financial or other aspects, it cannot be completed by the Chante Group alone

“Not bad.”

The cigarette had burned to the end and James threw the butt into the ashtray.

Hearing this, the people in the room had their own ideas, but none of them did not envy.

There weren't many projects that James would say yes to.

The Chante Group was lucky to be on board with James this time. Nobody can estimate how much money they would make in one year.

Lorenzo was also unabashedly happy to be working with the Harvey Group, and he was sure to make a lot of money on this project.

And if they got one chance to work together, there would be a second and third ......

"But the Harvey Group is not interested in this project at the moment, sorry."

Noticing that Lorenzo was happy to cooperate with him, James said softly with a sense of tease in his eyes.

Lorenzo's smile froze on his face, as if he'd been poured from head to toe by a bucket of cold water.

In a moment of desperation, he asked.

"If Mr. Harvey thinks this project is okay, why don't you cooperate with me?"

Lorenzo had been preparing for the project for nearly two years and he had been trying to cooperate with the Harvey Group all the time.

And James did show his intention to cooperate just now, why did he suddenly change his mind?

"Are you questioning me?"

The spotlight was on James, and his shirt collar casted a dark shadow between his collarbones, making his eyes grow colder.

“Mr. Harvey misunderstood me,"

Lorenzo wanted to seem less eager, but still had trouble to resume a relaxed style, "I just wanted to ask why, so I could learn from my mistakes."

"It has nothing to do with the project you proposed. The Harvey Group had some financial problems lately."

James stood up, "I have to deal with some other things. I will take my leave now."

He spoke politely, but there was no such thing as 'politeness' when he was doing business.

After saying that, he just opened the door and left, not caring about the responses of the others there.

A few people in the room followed as he stood up. They sat down after the door was closed.

Lorenzo was the only one still standing with a glass of wine in his hand. The color of his face was like that of a spilled inkplate.

The Harvey Group was one of the largest domestic companies with excellent capital chain management and had become the popular case for finance professors in top universities.

Now James said that there was a problem with the financial chain, which was obviously an excuse, a very lame excuse.

“When I revealed my intention to cooperate with Mr. Chante last time, you refused.

It turned out that Mr. Chante already had an ideal partner."

One of them said, laughing.

"But unfortunately, this ideal partner doesn’t seem to be satisfied with Mr. Chante 's project."

"I've also heard quite a lot about this new project of the Chante Group recently, and I've heard the Return On Investment is very impressive, so there is no reason that Mr. Harvey should give up the cake that's being delivered to his mouth."

"Maybe he's not unhappy with the project, but rather he doesn't like the Mr. Chante's daughter, a cleaning worker."

A few people mocked overtly and covertly.

Lorenzo's face went from blue to white and from white to red, as colorful as a palette.