Lilian squatted and started sobbing.
“Oh! Mr. Crawford! How come you’re here?”
A voice suddenly spoke.
A middle-aged man clad in a suit and leather shoes trotted towards Gerald.
“You are?”
Gerald thought he looked really familiar, but couldn’t put a name to it.
“Well, Mr. Crawford, it’s normal for you not to know who I am. But I know who you are. I was also there at your last reception meeting in Serene County. I witnessed how you took the day with grace. My name is Blake Wadford. Mr. Lyle has just recruited me into the group as the events planning manager. Are you also here to attend Miss Larson’s birthday banquet?”
The man smiled and rubbed his hands nervously.
Lilian’s sobbing stopped, as she stared at the men blankly.
Even Hayward and Sharon who were about to enter the hotel were confused with the statement they heard.
“Oh! Hello, Mr. Wadford. So you planned Miss Larson’s birthday banquet too?”
Gerald couldn’t seem to figure it out. Which Miss Larson was he talking about? Why was someone from his own group planning her birthday banquet?
“Ahem. Of course! It’s Miss Elena Larson’s birthday today. Since we’re all members of the same group, it goes without saying that I should be helping out in her banquet arrangements. Many owners of Mayberry Commercial Street will be here too today. Anyways, the whole lot of them will be moving into Yorknorth Mountain Commercial Street in the second half of the year together, so this kinda feels like a gathering too.”
Blake explained.
“Oh, I see!”
Gerald felt a twang of uneasiness creeping up.
Elena was also friends with him. So, why wasn’t he invited?
“Mr. Wadford, you know Gerald?”
Lilian asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.
She was observing the look on Hayward’s face right now.
Lilian felt as though this was a good chance to make a comeback.
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