At that moment, here came a taxi. He reached out to stop the taxi. After opening the door, he looked up at her, “Be careful.”
After saying that, he bent down and sat in the car.
Jasmine stood at the roadside, watching the taxi drive away, and shouted, “I will remember that.”
She didn’t know if Boyce could hear her. She just wanted to tell him that out of courtesy.
Boyce heard her. But instead of lowering the window to give a response, he told the driver that he was going to WY Tower.
At this time, the financial business district became very quiet and not as tense and pressing as it was during the day. People on this street walked faster than usual during the day. But such a bustling place was also left with colorful neon lights flashing alone at night.
Boyce paid and got out of the car, stepped into the elevator, and went straight to the top floor.
Only the lights of Cormac’s office were still on. He pushed the door and walked in.
Cormac stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The light from across the river threw a hazy glow over him. Armand sat on the couch, legs crossed, half-squinting his eyes to rest.
“Declan will definitely have someone investigate what I just said. You find someone to follow the people he sends out, and by the way, give him some clues from time to time.”
Boyce knew what could and could not be found out by Declan. They just needed to convince Declan that Jeffery approached him to kidnap Victoria because he didn’t want to get into trouble again.
And how to make him believe it lay in letting him know that Jeffery had something to do with Eddie ending up in this situation.
Almost everyone knew about Jeffery and Eddie’s relationship. They were very close. If Eddie’s downfall was related to Jeffery, Declan might be convinced that Jeffery was using him.
By then, the dog-eat-dog show would be great.
“Leave it to me.” Boyce had already thought about it. It wasn’t hard to give some fake news to Declan’s men.
Cormac’s voice was flat, “Well, be careful. Don’t let him find out.”
“Understood,” Boyce said.
He sat on the couch and looked at Cormac’s back, wanting to say something but ultimately saying nothing. He was about to ask Cormac if they should show Jeffery any mercy. After all, it had something to do with Loredana.
However, once he thought about Loredana’ departure, he seemed to understand why she left. She probably just didn’t want Cormac to feel embarrassed about her relationship with Jeffery.
Since they had all made their decisions, he shouldn’t say anything more.
“You guys just go back,” Cormac standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window said indifferently.00
Armand Bernie and Boyce Shawn looked at each other, saying again almost at the same time, “You can’t fall asleep even if you go back now, the sleepiness has gone already, why not let’s have a drink together?”
Getting drunk made someone sleep easier.
Their thought was too obvious, Cormac Mendelsohn knew what they were thinking of when they just started to talk. It seemed that Cormac wanted to get drunk also, so he agreed.
Coming out from the company, they went to find a quieter bar together in one car.
They had ordered two bottles of imported spirits and a fruit plate.
The yellow light brightened the whole private room, the air-conditioner under the roof was blowing the cold air slowly.
Armand poured the liquor, he looked up and glanced at Boyce, “We’re friends, but you’re so mean.”
Boyce glanced at Armand coldly, for this person, Boyce knew what he was thinking in his mind.
Without waiting him to speak, Boyce had explained, “Don’t think too much, that girl is too young, I’m not interested. I will be punished for finding a girl who is so young.”
Boyce looked at Cormac when he talked, he then purposely asked, “Right?”
Cormac narrowed his eyes, he felt a bit annoyed listening to this sentence, he drank and his tone was a bit cold, “I’m in a bad mood.”
It seemed like he was giving Boyce a warning that he didn’t have the mood to joke and not to mention about Loredana Flores in front of him.
When he listened of this name now, he felt the chest tightness which made him almost can’t breathe. He missed her so much, he didn’t even dare to go back to the bungalow. When he stayed alone, he couldn’t fall asleep, so he could only numb himself by doing endless work to make himself have no time to think about her.
Boyce sighed, “Both of you seem to be so upset, even I, am afraid of being in a relationship now. Why can’t you guys set a good example for me?”
They had given him a psychic trauma.
“Don’t envy him.” Armand sat beside him and flung the arm around his neck with a serious face, “To be honest, that girl looks very pretty, don’t be insatiable.”
“Really don’t think too much.” Boyce was going to suffer from heart attack under Armand’s torture, was it that he would think about that aspect every time when there was a woman beside him? He was just entrusted by someone, he didn’t have other thought.
“She is just at her first year in university, if I were to… Is it crazy?” Boyce took away Armand’s arm which was around his neck, “I will find someone who is about the same age with me, if I were to coax a wimpy kid every day, does it mean that I marry a woman or raise a daughter?”
Armand lied lazily on the couch, looking at Boyce’s eyes which seemed like going to tear him apart and swallow him, so that he wouldn’t be here and irritate Boyce.
“About the same age with you? Your subordinates are eligible. All the people around you are males, rarely you can meet a female, but you’re still being so fake. Being fake is okay, but does finding a young girl irritate you?”
Although Armand wasn’t older than Cormac, but Theresa Gordon wasn’t older than Loredana as well. To calculate it, Armand and Cormac were both having an age difference of about seven to eight years old with their wives.
They were adult already and they knew what a relationship was, when they could kiss with someone, their wives were still in primary school.
Now they were almost thirty years old, but their wives were just twenty something, still young and youthful.
Did he mean that they were having May-December relationships?
“Armand, I realize that you’re talking without having to think?” Boyce frowned, he thought that Boyce was such a jerk.
Boyce really wished that Theresa would come back and deal with this bastard, if not he would be out of control.
“Boyce, let’s make a bet. If you find a young one, you will wear a bra on the wedding night and stand on the table dancing for me, are you dare?”
Boyce didn’t want to talk to him, he was too bored to make a meaningless bet with Armand.
“You don’t dare?” Armand poured the liquor.
“I’m just don’t want to talk to you.”
“You don’t dare.”
“You’re so annoying.”
“You’re just afraid if you really like that first-year student, so you don’t dare to make a bet with me!”
“No!”
“Then why don’t you bet with me?”
New Book: Beginning with a Daring Encounter
Celsie was tired of being labeled as an introvert, workaholic, and dull virgin by her friends. Determined to prove them wrong, she made a bet that she would do something daring on her 25th birthday. Now that the day had arrived, it was time to fulfill her promise. On her daring to-do list, there was one task: a one-night stand with someone.