The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153

Naturally, Silas didn’t reply to her last message.

His deep gaze lingered on the screen. The text transcription was just a small line. Although his vision was slightly blurry, it was clear enough to read.

He locked the phone and pinched the bridge of his nose.

While his eyesight had been returning intermittently lately, the sharp pain in his eyes was worse than before.

Simon Young pushed the door open, his expression laced with concern when he saw his boss’s posture.

“Mr. Sterling, should we take a trip to the hospital?”

“No need.”

The doctor had warned that the latest medication could cause adverse reactions, especially after being stimulated.

He looked up. “Is there something you need?”

“Oh… yes.”

Simon got back to business. “Logan Lawson wants to grab dinner tonight to discuss the resort project in the north. Should we go?”

“The north?”

“Yes.”

The northern district was practically Granger Family territory.

But Logan was dead set on partnering with the Sterling Family.

Simon rubbed his nose. “I think it’s worth hearing him out. If the terms are right, closing this deal wouldn’t be a bad idea… I heard the plot the Lawson Family picked is halfway up a mountain, completely untouched by pollution. Once it’s developed, it’ll be a massive hit.”

People these days lacked good entertainment options. Whenever they got time off, they wanted to escape to the wilderness.

Reconnecting with nature beat the corporate grind of the city any day.

From a business perspective, the project had immense potential.

The man remained silent. The sunlight streaming through the window cast a golden glow over him.

After a long while.

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11:42

He finally asked, “Where are we meeting?”

“Savor House.”

Across town, Vivian put her phone away and prepped her documents for the evening meeting.

Based on her online research, Charlie Beck was a strictly professional man. He kept a clean private life and loathed dealing with people who thought they were too clever for their own good.

That was precisely why she had declined Zachary’s offer to pull strings.

At six o’clock.

Vivian and Zoe arrived at Savor House.

They were fifteen minutes early, yet they ran into Charlie at the entrance.

Just like his photos online, he exuded gentlemanly charm. His hair was slicked back flawlessly, and his three-piece suit perfectly accentuated his upright posture. A silk pocket square rested in his chest pocket, completing the elegant look.

“Good evening, Mr. Beck.”

Vivian smiled graciously, extending her hand.

Charlie’s gaze lingered on her face for two seconds before he shook her hand. His tone carried a hint of profoundness. “Ms. Fairchild, you look exactly as I imagined.”

It sounded faintly condescending.

Vivian arched a brow, feigning ignorance.

“And how did you imagine me, Mr. Beck?”

Charlie gestured gracefully. “Obviously, stunningly beautiful.”

His English-accented Chinese was a bit stiff, making the flowery words sound slightly less biting.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Vivian gestured toward the entrance. “This restaurant serves excellent regional cuisine. I hope you’ll enjoy it.”

A flicker of surprise passed through Charlie’s eyes.

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