The Apple of My Eye novel Chapter 139

Johnson was shocked. Although he had heard the tactics of Aron before, he thought that Aron was just a junior. Johnson wasn't used to his sharp, murderous eyes.

Johnson sat up and acted as the more senior one, looking Aron up and down carefully.

Aron was good looking, but he looked too reserved. This temperament did not show his age. Though Aron was young, he was a tough nut to crack.

His eyes were sharp and profound. Johnson felt very uneasy under his gaze, as if Aron could read his mind.

"Are you finished?" Aron said in a low and expressionless voice.

His tone was so firm that it intimidated Johnson, so he only nodded quietly.

"You are my elder, so I let you talk first. But now, you have wasted me twenty minutes so I will be brief. There are only two choices for you. You either resign or let go. It's up to you."

Johnson was so angry that he slammed his glass on the table. "How dare you?"

Aron held out his hand and his assistant immediately placed a file on it. He opened the file and took out a small piece of paper. He didn't pay much attention to what was written on it, but he was familiar with the style of the handwriting.

Upon seeing this, a woman quickly came to mind. 'What if I become a celebrity some day? My signature would be worthwhile then, so I have to practice my handwriting to a unique style so that no one could copy it.' He could hear the words she once said to him.

His assistant made an obvious cough to get Aron, who was absorbed in his thoughts, back to the present. Aron's eyes went back to being icy cold as he tightly and silently held the piece of paper.

Aron slammed the document file on the table. It contained record of Johnson's embezzlement and fraud all these years. All evidence was in there and Aron didn't have to say anything else.

Johnson was speechless, seeing the document. He never thought that Aron would find out. When he was about to explain, Aron had already put on his coat.

Aron's assistant pulled Johnson in a hurry and said, "Mr. Shen, my boss's point is very clear. Good nature is a source of wealth. There is no need for you to offend my boss because of someone else."

Of course, the so called someone else referred to Aron's brother who strove to drag Aron into the mire at any cost.

Johnson heaved a sigh. He did not expect that Aron would be so heartless, not caring about their long-standing relationship. Johnson was doomed any which way.

Johnson looked at Aron standing in front of him and said, "All right. Have it your own way." He sounded hopeless since nothing much can be done about it anymore.

"Well, then I have to thank you for your help, Mr. Shen." Aron buttoned his suit, and went on, "I still have work to do, so I have to leave now. My assistant will talk to you about everything else."

After that, Aron hastily walked out of the room. Outside, he saw Isla get into her car. After four years, he finally saw her again.

Aron clenched the small note and couldn't help smiling. He looked at the leaving figure of Isla and said softly to himself, "Long time no see. I have missed you so much."

Isla has felt very uneasy having smashed someone else's car. The next morning, she received a phone call from Aron's assistant, "Hello, is this Miss Zhao?"

"Yes, it is. Excuse me. Who is this?" Isla had just gotten up. She hadn't even washed her face and she was just about to make coffee.

"Hello. We met at Yummy Restaurant yesterday. My boss said that he wanted to meet you to talk about the compensation for the damages on his car. "Miss Zhao, are you free at noon today?" The man asked her politely.

"Yes." Isla replied briefly. She was not going to take to the woods or she would not have left her phone number. She promised the man to meet at noon as she happened to be free. She didn't have to go to work these days. "Okay. Please send me the address. But please give me some time. I will be there as soon as possible."

"That's okay. Well, see you later." The man hung up and turned to Aron, "Mr. Gu, Miss Zhao has agreed to meet you. But she said that she may be a little late."