Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 765

Moreover, the man's question itself was problematic.

He wanted to meet *her*?

Why?

If there was truly something urgent that couldn't be discussed over the phone, he could very well wait for Lambert to return. Why seek *her* out?

So, Ariana couldn't help but suspect this person might have ill intentions.

She didn't want to cause trouble for Lambert and, naturally, wasn't foolish enough to actually agree to a meeting. The man on the phone seemed to realize the awkwardness in his own words. He fell silent for a moment. After a noticeable pause, he finally spoke again, "I am Bran Moore, CEO of the Moore Group. I'm certain President Stone has mentioned me to you. Also, when you lost a significant amount of blood recently, and the blood bank had no matching type, it was I who donated blood for you. Mrs. Stone, please don't misunderstand; I mean no harm. I merely wish to discuss a matter with you. If it's inconvenient for you to come out, I could visit your residence. How does that sound?"

Bran's words were already extending considerable courtesy to Ariana.

For Ariana to refuse again would seem somewhat unreasonable.

Furthermore, upon hearing that *he* was the one who had donated blood to her, Ariana was momentarily stunned. The name Moore was also very familiar to her; she knew this group was an immensely famous internet conglomerate in Country M.

The group practically monopolized the entire internet industry in Country M.

It was undoubtedly the leading enterprise in the nation. Ariana remained silent for a few moments before replying, "Since you put it that way, President Moore, it would be impolite for me to decline further. Very well, please send me your address. However, I will likely have some bodyguards with me. I hope you understand."

Bran almost laughed.

A faint smile touched his lips as he said, "Of course. Traveling with security is quite normal here in Country M."

Ariana forced a faint smile and exchanged a few polite words before hanging up. The moment the call ended, her expression visibly darkened, a shadow of worry settling between her brows.

She remained silent for a long while, then finally took out her phone to call Lambert. She felt it was necessary to inform him.

Coincidentally, his phone was switched off. Ariana was taken aback—it was rare for Lambert to turn off his phone unless he was involved in an extremely important negotiation. Pressing her lips together, her eyes shifted thoughtfully before she turned to the butler. "I'm going out. If Lambert returns, tell him I was invited by someone claiming to be President Moore, the heir to the Moore Group."

Noticing the butler’s hesitant expression, she added, "Don’t worry, I’ll have my bodyguards with me. If anything happens, I’ll call."

It seemed Lambert had given the butler strict instructions, which explained the anxiety about her leaving.

The butler’s concern didn’t ease. He looked at her uneasily and said cautiously, "But madam, Sir did mention he hoped you’d rest at home." The butler phrased it gently to avoid any misunderstanding.

"It’s fine. Just tell him what I said," Ariana replied.

Truth be told, even if she refused the Moore Group’s president, it was unlikely anything would come of it—despite his status as a titan in the internet industry. Yet, for some reason, an inner voice urged her to accept. Ariana had always trusted her intuition. After weighing the pros and cons, she finally decided to go.

It was daytime, and the meeting was set in the city center. Surely, he wouldn’t dare try anything reckless.

Even if something were to happen, he would have time to react.

...

In the most luxurious and refined café, Bran stood calmly before the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing expressionlessly at the scene below. In theory, a café is a place for casual conversation, not for discussing important matters, as there’s always a risk of information leaking.

But here, there was no need to worry at all.

Before Bran arrived, the café had already been cleared of all other customers. Moreover, the Moore Group owned this cafe, so there was even less reason to fear any leaks.

After waiting for about ten minutes, a black Pagani pulled up in front of the café. Only then did a faint glimmer appear in Bran’s eyes.