In the guest room on the second floor, Mellisa led Leonard inside.
She closed the door, and just as she was about to ask, her shoulder was suddenly grabbed by Leonard, and a hoarse mumble came to her ear. "Let me hug you for a bit."
Mellisa stopped moving!
She let Leonard hug her shoulders and bury his whole face in her neck.
Mellisa's hands slid from his waist to completely wrap around his back, and gently caressed the man she loved from time to time.
Having known Leonard for so long, she had never seen him look so lonely and sad.
In the silent atmosphere of the room, the two embraced without any sound.
A few minutes later, Leonard adjusted his emotions and looked her in the eyes. "I'm fine, don't worry."
Obviously, he didn't want to say much more for now.
Mellisa flashed a glint of enthusiasm, nodded and said, "It's fine, let's go downstairs. Lilia and the others are still waiting."
"Okay."
When he saw Mellisa's back, he pulled her arm in the next second.
Mellisa looked back and heard him say, "I'll tell you today's incident later."
"Don't worry, I will wait for you until you are ready!" Mellisa replied with a slight smile. There was a clear and strong sense of trust in her eyes.
Leonard sighed and put his hand on her cheek for a kiss.
Fortunately, there are still people who love him!
...
At five o'clock in the afternoon, a black Cayenne sped out of the gates of the Adlers' house.
In the back seat, Leonard and Jean sat side by side. The driver is Leonard's confidant.
As the car slowly drove towards the city center, Leonard glanced sideways at the man beside him. "Is Clifford following?"
"He has something else to do."
Leonard let out an 'Oh', and took his eyes off Jean's face, and sighed. "I want to see what that person will do tonight."
About half an hour later, the car arrived at the Shangri-La Hotel.
The clerk at the entrance deftly opened the car's door, letting Jean and Leonard step out.
"Young master Jean, welcome!"
At this time, from the lobby of the hotel's main entrance, a man dressed in all black stepped forward and exclaimed.
This person… Leonard had an impression that he saw him when he was at his family home that day. This person was always with Frans, so he should be Frans' confidant.
Jean's cold eyes collided with the other party, then he nodded slightly and his voice was low. "Lead the way."
The man twisted his eyebrows almost imperceptibly, glancing over his shoulder, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry young master Jean, this evening, master Frans just invited you."
With this, he was indirectly saying that Leonard was not invited.
At this, the man's eyes became deep and his expression cold and indifferent. He looked at the other person in silence.
Three seconds later, Frans' confidant relented. "Young master Jean, Mr. Leonard, please come this way..."
No wonder his master was afraid of Jean Widjaya. This man's cold and arrogant aura is so strong that he could feel it pierce his bones.
And only seconds after he and Jean looked at each other, an inexplicable horror spread throughout his limbs.
This person cannot be underestimated.
He walked in front to lead the way, then they immediately took the elevator to the executive waiting room on the third floor.
Tonight, it was clearly crowded here, and two teams of bodyguards were standing outside.
Past the wall of shelves filled with bottles of red wine, soft and melodious piano music sounded elegant.
The light in this lounge is not too bright, and the dim yellow lighting effect adds a touch of luxury here.
Jean and Leonard were invited to sit at a long wooden table in the middle of the room.
After the two of them sat down, the person took a deep look at Jean, then turned around and walked over to where the piano was.
Leonard narrowed his eyes, and said unhurriedly, "He's in a good mood!"
The man sitting next to him casually curled up with his thin lips.
The piano was played by Frans.
At this moment, he was sitting at the piano, his eyes slightly closed, and his fingers jumping flexibly over the keys.
His confidant stepped forward, bent down and whispered in his ear. Frans suddenly opened his eyes, and the rhythm of his fingertips was clearly chaotic.
The sound of the piano gradually stopped, Frans waved his hand, and when he stood up, he straightened his belt.
In this large room, silence spread.
Frans got off the stage, with a big smile he said. "Young master Jean, nice to see you again!"
The man looked at him lightly. "You have invited me to taste the wine, there's no way I can skip it."
After the words fell, Frans' expression froze.
His long, narrow eyes were pricked with sharp edges, and he looked at Jean from across the table. "Then I really want to thank young master Jean Widjaya for his willingness to come!"
"No, I just happened to be free!"
In this opening conversation, Frans was clearly in a lower position.
Maybe he had concerns, so his posture wasn't as relaxed as a few days before.
Frans pulled a chair with his hands and snapped his fingers towards the lounge bar while he was sitting.
After that, the bartender brought three old Lafite bottles with a tray.
The burgundy liquid slowly flowed into the crystal glass, and the wine had a rich aroma.
Frans saw the bartender pouring, and smiled gently. "This Lafite was made in 1982, this wine is no longer on the market, may you try it!"
The man slowly took his wine glass and shook it. The rich and fragrant aroma of wine immediately filled the air around him.
Leonard continued to watch with cold eyes. When he saw Jean take the glass, he sharply said, "The taste of this wine must not be that bad. You immediately took out these three bottles of good old wine. Don't you think it's too much?"
Hearing the voice, Frans chuckled and lifted his leg. He looked to the opposite side with a slightly petty expression. "Even though it tastes good, only a few people can appreciate it, so… I invited young master Jean!"
Oh, did he just say that Leonard didn't know how to appreciate the wine and that he wasn't qualified to drink with him?!
Leonard understood Frans' words, he frowned, and his eyes were sharp with a mocking light. "It seems that my presence isn't welcome here!"
Frans didn't speak, but raised his eyebrows.
Seeing this, Leonard didn't hesitate, and immediately pushed the wine glass the bartender placed in front of him. "Since Mr. Frans isn't happy, I won't drink this wine. But I like the atmosphere of this waiting room, so I'll sit down for a while."
"Don't worry, I won't bother you guys. Whatever you want to talk to Jean, you can freely discuss it. Please don't mind me!"
Frans gave a faint smile upon hearing that voice.
He only invited Jean to attend tonight, which of course had his own purpose.
This Leonard has no shame! His words caused the atmosphere at the table to stiffened a bit.
Frans tried to speak a few times, but for the sake of saving his face, he decided to back down.
At this time, Jean put a glass of wine in his hand, and raised his eyebrows with indifference.. "Mr. Frans, do you have anything to discuss with me?"
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