You Are The Pursuit of My Life novel Chapter 2

Three years later.

The night was young and many luxury cars and reporters geared up with cameras and equipment gathered at the gates to the San Fetillo Hilton Hotel.

The Golden Age Group was hosting a party here tonight and had invited the business tycoons of San Fetillo to the event. When the reporters caught wind of the news, they flocked over in hopes of obtaining news that would make the headlines.

At 8 p.m, a sleek Maybach pulled over before the hotel.

"Mr. Reed! It's Mr. Reed from the Golden Age Group!" the reporters yelled and rushed over with their cameras and gear.

Jordan Reed was dressed in a white suit and wore a frivolous smile on his face as he got out of the car. Supermodel Lulu, who was dressed in a chic off shoulder evening dress, got out from the other side of the car. Jordan then reached out to hold Lulu's hand before they decently posed for the camera.

Irene was seated in the passenger's seat with a briefcase in her hand and watched Jordan

and Lulu through the window.

"What the hell. I'm just a assistant. Why can't Jordan leave me out of a party like this? Is he a sicko or what?" she grumbled silently.

The driver beside her reminded, "Assistant Ye, please get off the car! Young Master would be displeased if you're late."

With a sigh, she opened the car door and lowered her head as she got out of the car with her briefcase.

As Jordan had already arrived at the entrance to the hotel, arm in arm with Lulu, Irene hastened her footsteps to keep up with them. Just when she reached the entrance, the reporters behind her exclaimed, "Edric Myers! Edric Myers is here as well!"

Irene turned reflexively when she heard Edric's name. She then saw an Aston Martin pull over slowly before the gates to the hotel. A security guard stepped forward and opened the car door respectfully.

Edric then got off the car. He looked handsome in his black suit and his aura was still as powerful as what it was three years ago.

Just when Irene was lost in her thoughts, the security guard opened the door on the other side of the car. Lily Cook, in a fiery red evening dress, smiled as she slowly got out.

"Wow, they're such a handsome couple!"

"You don't say. The lady's the daughter of a secretary while the guy is a business tycoon.

They're a match made in heaven!"

The crowd began to chatter incessantly. As Irene stared at the couple, a cold sneer appeared on her face.

"An unfaithful man and a mistress. A match made in heaven indeed," she thought.