After breakfast, Tracey changed her clothes before going out. Steve had intended to go with her but was prevented by some emergency from the company.
"Tracey, I can't go with you. Be careful."
"Relax. I had once lived here for three years. Go work. Let's have dinner together. See you." Tracey got in her own Porsche and drove away quickly.
Tracey felt like taking a holiday as there was no pressure on key performance indicators or orders.
She began to enjoy the driving and felt free when she saw the familiar streets and breathed the familiar air.
Tracey drove toward the appointed coffee shop Franco agreed on. This shop was not downtown, and there was no flood of people.
It was more peaceful here than the crowded homeland.
Tracey stepped out of the car with high heels, locked the car, and went straight to the coffee shop.
There was already someone waiting. He was like Steve, half Chinese and half English, and his eyes were beautiful.
"Hello, Miss Xia. I'm Franco Jensen." Having lived in the U.S for a long time, he spoke Chinese with a strong accent.
"Hello, thanks for your waiting." Tracey sat down with a smile.
"I arrived a few minutes ago. You are here on time." Like his name, Franco was genteel, wearing a linen white shirt, clean and fresh.
As proved, Franco was much lower- profile than NE and had no domineering aura, though both he and NE were favorite pupils of Luke.
He impressed Tracey like a cool breeze blowing on the face, cool and peaceful.
"I ordered you some dessert. How do you feel it?"
"Thank you, I like it very much. Franco, this is a letter from Adam." Tracey handed the letter in her handbag to Franco.
Franco showed no unnecessary emotions, like a cup of boiled water, warm and comfortable.
"Adam told to me earlier. But my mentor stops teaching in the past years. After resigning from the university, he does research in his own lab every day."
"I mentioned your request to my mentor but was ignored as he was obsessed with his new perfume," Franco said apologetically.
The light in her eyes faded a little, and Tracey looked nervous, "Franco, I know that you are a favorite student of Professor Luke. If it were you to make a recommendation, Professor Luke may accept my request. I have passions for perfume, could you help me, please?"
"I have learned your story from Adam and comprehend your feelings, Miss Xia. I may help only if you come a little earlier or later. Now my mentor is so busy that even I fail to make an appointment with him."
"Franco, if that is the case, can you teach me about perfuming since you are his pupil?" Tracey was flexible. All she wanted was the essence and skills of making perfume, and it didn't matter who taught her.
"Miss Xia, I'm sorry that I can't. First of all, I learn perfuming from my mentor. Without his permission, how can I pass these secrets to others at will?"
"Even if I got permission from my mentor, I would not teach you. Two years ago, I stopped all business activities. From then on, I will make perfume for my wife only for the rest of my life."
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