Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber) novel Chapter 1003

"That's the only place he'd come in handy." Jared flicked his thin lips and commented on Hayden.

Ben pushed up his glasses, "Mr. Cohen would probably be furious if he knew you thought so little of him, Mr. Farrell."

"I'm afraid of him?" Jared's eyelids flicked up.

Ben hurriedly waved his hands, "No, no, no, Mr. Farrell you misunderstood, I did not mean that."

"Shut up if you're not." Jared scolded with a frown.

Ben shrugged his shoulders, then made another zipping motion over his mouth and stopped talking.

In the suite, Mr. Oller quickly came to the audio-visual room, and did not knock, but pushed the door directly inside.

The studio was dark and gloomy, with only the screen showing the movie having light on it.

At this moment on the screen, is playing a theatrical black and white film shot in the last world, babbling singing voice, and from a phonograph, the whole audio-visual room, set up like a horror venue.

And Connor is wearing a long black Tang suit at the moment, sitting on a single sofa right below the screen in the middle, is closing his eyes, slightly shaking his head and fingers, listening to the play to listen carefully.

Mr. Oller walked towards Connor, looking at the theatrical movie on the big screen while surveying the oozing surroundings.

He has often seen such scenes, but at the moment he can not help but shiver with fear.

No way, he is not afraid of anything, but afraid of ghosts.

And this audio-visual room is already dark, and play self-contained horror effects of black and white movies and singing, it is even more frightening.

"Boss." Mr. Oller came stiffly to Connor, lowered his head, and shouted respectfully.

Connor's shaking head and fingers stopped, and the next second, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Mr. Oller in front of him, his eyes narrowed dangerously, obviously very unhappy with Mr. Oller's appearance to interrupt his own listening to the play.

"Something wrong?" Connor picked up the red wine on the side and took a sip, pushed down the anger in his heart, and asked in a deep voice.

Although the fire was subdued, Mr. Oller could still sense that his boss was angry and buried his head even lower, "Boss, it's not good, Jared is here."

Connor paused in his shaking of the wine, then looked up and stared intently at Mr. Oller, "What do you mean, Jared's here?"

"Yes." Mr. Oller nodded, "Just outside the door, he's got his assistant to see you."

Connor gripped the glass in his hand and didn't speak anymore, it took a while before he reopened his mouth, "Did he say why he came to see me?"

He had the same idea as Jared that they would meet each other one day.

But definitely not now, at least now is not the right time to meet, because they are, on both sides, not ready to meet.

So he was not surprised when he came again or so many days, knowing full well that Jared had not made any indication that he was coming.

But to my surprise, Jared suddenly came to me at this moment.