We Will Collide Someday by Scarlett Sanchez novel Chapter 254

Chapter 254 Let Bygones Be Bygones

"Mrs. Ramsey." Carissa brushed her hair and greeted Rebekah politely. However, Carissa's actions were particularly rigid.

"Ms. Barrell, you are really a rare guest. I heard that the Barrell family has been working with Hudson Group recently. Congratulations," Rebekah said.

"I'll have to thank Mr. Ramsey for giving me this opportunity."

"However, I heard that you also work with the Powell family."

"It is just about business."

Seeing that the atmosphere had become somewhat serious,

Rebekah did not keep asking more about this but suddenly changed the topic.

"Alexa regards you as her friend. If you are free, I'll be glad if you can visit us more.'

"Mrs. Ramsey, thank you for your invitation."

After a few words, Carissa found an excuse and left the office.

Walking out of the Hudson Group building, Carissa made a call expressionlessly.

"They seem to have discovered it. You guys should think of a way as soon as possible." Carissa ruffled her hair in frustration.

"Yes, I got it," the one on the other end of the phone replied calmly.

Carissa panicked a little.

She said, "You have to do what you promised me. Otherwise, I will..."

"We know. The money has been transferred to your account. Check it."

Carissa couldn't wait to check the transfer message. Sure enough, the money had been transferred to her account.

"You have got the money. I will tell you what to do next."

"Alright..."

At the same time, Alexa entered St. Paolo Hotel and was heading to the reserved room.

Unexpectedly, Alexa happened to meet Terrence.

"Terrence, why are you here? Where is Damarion?"

Terrence did not answer Alexa's question but turned to Edwin.

Terrence said, "Send her back."

"Terrence, what are you doing?" Alexa asked discontentedly, "Why are you sending me back?"

"I booked this hotel today," Terrence said.

"I have an appointment with my client. Terrence, don't stop me."

"The top floor, right? I'll go."

"What's wrong with you?"

Alexa didn't understand what was going on. Edwin reminded her politely and then asked someone to send her out of the hotel.

After confirming that Alexa was safely in the car, Terrence went upstairs. In the luxurious private room on the top floor, Jovan was already waiting impatiently.

Jovan saw that the person who came was Terrence, and a hint of doubt flashed through his eyes.

"Mr. Clough," Terrence spoke in neither servile nor overbearing manner.

"Why is it you?"

Jovan narrowed his eyes viciously, crossed his legs arrogantly, and

leaned against the back of the chair.

"The person I want to see today is not you."

"Of course, I know." Terrence sat down in front of Jovan calmly. "But the only person you can see today is me."

"Heh."

Jovan laughed coldly, and without any etiquette, he picked up his

coffee cup and took a big sip.

"You young people are really interesting." Jovan clapped his hands repeatedly and said, "Alexa and Kieran cheated on you, and you actually let bygones be bygones. You are really large-minded."

Terrence was not affected by Jovan's provocation at all. He still had a faint smile on his face as he stared at Jovan intently.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed through Jovan's eyes, and it was obvious that he was more on guard against Terrence.

"I came to New York today for no other reason. I have a nephew named Conley. He is the treasure of his parents. He came to New York a while ago to meet Alexa, but there is no news from him now," Jovan said smilingly.

Hearing the words, Terrence silently gripped the handle of the chair, his eyes filled with coldness.

"His parents were also worried, so I came to look for him. I wonder

if you know about this."

"I don't know, I haven't seen Conley."

"Well... There's no need for such polite words between us." Jovan

burst into laughter.

"You should call the police if he is missing. We're not the police,"

Terrence replied unhurriedly.

"In New York, the only person I can trust is you."

"Speaking of which, there is something else I also want to ask."

Terrence shook his wine glass in a noble manner and looked coldly at the dark red wine in the glass.

"Since my wife came back to the country, there have been people

who keep inquiring about her schedule and even frequently interfering with her company's business..."

Jovan's face gradually darkened, and his dark face was filled with a strong hostility.

"Oh? How could there be such a thing? Who did that?" Jovan asked despite knowing the answer.

"I'm also very curious." Terrence chuckled. "Moreover, I'm a narrow-minded person. I won't bear to see such a thing."

"Yes, yes." Jovan nodded with a fake smile. In less than half an hour, Terrence ended his conversation with Jovan.

Not long after Terrence left, Jovan was so furious that he flipped through the table.

"Mr. Clough!"

The subordinates all lowered their heads and did not dare to make a sound.