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Chapter 15 - Something To Tell Her? [II]

Tristan opened the passenger door of the convertible red Ferrari on the roadside downstairs, and let Ava sit in before he sat in the driver's seat and drove off.

The two of them remained silent along the way. Ava looked intently at the serious and rigorous expression on Tristan's face from time to time.

With his handsome profile and his faint smile, he was like the warm breeze in March. No matter what time it was, he was always so gentle and outstanding.

Tristan turned his head and looked back at Ava, his eyes showing tenderness. "Ava, seeing the way you're looking at me, can you admit that you like me?"

"I..." Being teased by Tristan, Ava's face turned red.

"So you've never liked me?" He looked at the starry eyes in front of him with a gloomy look.

Hearing this, Ava replied without even thinking. "Of course not!"

After she finished speaking, she realized what she had said, bit her lower lip lightly, and entwined the fingers of her left and right hands together. She had liked him since she entered college, but due to her social status, she dared not expect anything and could only like him silently.

Seeing Ava's embarrassed look, and hearing her response, the haze in his heart was cleared. His test was successful, and a smile appeared on his lips. "I was just kidding you, there's no need to be so nervous. By the way, I'm going to England tomorrow."

The car was driving slowly, and the gentle breeze blowing in our face brought a touch of comfort on that hot summer morning.

"I wish you a safe journey." Ava lowered her eyes and whispered softly. She couldn't go with him, so she could only give him her wholehearted blessings.

The answer was as expected, but Tristan couldn't help feeling disappointed, and his eyes darkened. He did not reply, and the two of them stopped talking. 

The whistling sound of the wind passed by their ears, improving the silence between them in the depressing atmosphere.

"We are here." After a fifteen-minute drive, as soon as they arrived at the bustling streets lined with tall buildings, Ava spoke up to break the silence.

In the past, it took her half an hour to get to the company by subway or bus, but today it only took her fifteen minutes. Obviously, expensive sports cars were different.

"You work here?" Tristan stopped the car and asked after seeing the huge words on the high wall of the building. He couldn't help but tighten his hands on the steering wheel.

America's largest business leader, Larsons Group of Companies, were involved in real estate, entertainment, jewelry, wine, oil and other business fields. The company was very demanding in talent and even strives for excellence.

That was why students like Ava had no chance to join the company. What could be the reason that made the company make an exception and recruit part-time employee?

"Yea, what's the matter?" Ava was a little confused when she heard Tristan's serious tone.

"Well, it's hard not to know about this globally renowned company."

Indeed, the Larsons Group was a household name. Two years ago, James Larson, the owner of the company, retired for unknown reasons and let his eldest son take over the Larsons Group.

Since he had always been low-key and had never attended banquets and social events, his face was not plastered on the newspapers and magazines. But he was resolute and wise in his actions, and had brought Larsons to the pinnacle of business.

Seeing that Tristan was deep in thought and was frowning slightly, Ava did not ask further. "Well, are you going to come back when school starts?"

"It depends on the situation. Anyway, you should go in first, or you will be late."

"Yea, thanks for the ride, see you soon." Ava nodded, and said sincerely before stepping out of the car. Then she walked into the revolving door of the building.

Tristan watched Ava leave without looking away. The empty revolving door was reflected in his eyes, and he seemed to be thinking about something.

At this time, a black Rolls-Royce stopped not far away. A pair of sharp and cold eyes, colder than the December's winter, looked through the window, directly at the red sports car, not too far away.