Randy leaned excitedly towards the screen, wanting to see who that person was…
"Mr. Randuwell!"
At that moment, his aide's voice interrupted his train of thought. "Your tutor is here!"
Randy turned towards the door quickly and replied, "Come in!"
By the time he turned to look at his laptop screen again, the figure had already made her way into the villa, and he had lost his one chance to see what she looked like.
Randy couldn't help but notice something strange. All the bodyguards were women.
However, he didn't feel particularly disappointed. He directed the pigeon to head in another direction on Rokan Hill.
After all, he didn't really want to spy on his neighbor.
The door swung open at that moment, and the aide quickly ushered the global economics tutor into the room.
Randy stood up quickly to greet her. "Good morning, Ms. Ellen!" He got ready his class materials and went to sit down for a lesson.
…
Zayn finished his morning meetings and decided to pay a visit to one of his project sites.
Mosa hurried forward to report, "Mr. Giblo, there will be a conference held by the Aploth Chamber of Commerce this afternoon. Will you be attending it?"
"Haven't I already assigned Mr. Domitos and yourself to go on my behalf?" Zayn snapped, sounding rather impatient.
"I just received information that a certain Ms. Lierger will be attending the conference this afternoon, " Mosa replied breathlessly.
Up till now, Zayn had been signing a few documents and only paying minimal attention to Mosa. Here, however, his hand jerked to a stop on the paper. "Pass me the details of the conference."
"Yes, Mr. Giblo." Mosa handed him a stack of documents.
Zayn flipped through the documents. Exactly 101 of the most powerful businessmen in the Aploth Chamber of Commerce would be gathered at Ashenville Garden today to discuss expansion opportunities in the Aploth-Pacific region. To top it off, there would be a banquet that night.
This conference was held once a year in different cities, and it routinely became the spotlight of the business world.
Lots of businessmen were desperate to be included in the 101. As the leading businessman with ventures in the Aploth-Pacific region, Zayn had used to attend the conferences. In the past two years, however, he had become more reluctant to show his face at public events—instead, he sent Jamal to attend the event on his behalf.
Hearing that Carla was going to attend the event as well, Zayn changed his mind immediately.
"Alright, I'll go."
At the thought of meeting Carla soon, Zayn's heart started racing a little faster.
"The conference will be held over the span of two days. According to the rules and regulations, you'll have to stay overnight at Asheville Garden, " Mosa reminded. "Do you want me to go and prepare your luggage?"
"I'll get Benard to assist me." Zayn glanced at his watch. "Bring the necessary documents and come along with me."
"Yes, Mr. Giblo." Mosa took out the schedule and handed it over to him. "You have a few more meetings before that, so we'll leave at around four in the afternoon. You should be able to attend the banquet this evening, at least. The actual conference is tomorrow."
"Alright, " Zayn said, nodding. "Benard is out for an errand now. When he returns, tell him to get my things ready."
"Yes, Mr. Giblo."
Because of the change in plans, Zayn had to complete his remaining tasks as quickly as he could. He had practically no time to think about other matters.
At four in the afternoon, Benard finished packing Zayn's luggage. With a sleuth of bodyguards in tow, he left for Ashenville Garden with Zayn.
Mosa and a few secretaries followed in another car behind them, preparing the information Zayn would need for the conference.
Zayn leaned back into his seat, gazing critically at the documents. Recently, Lierger Corporation had established a monopoly in the South Sea territorial waters and even poached a few clients from his own company. The board of directors was extremely concerned about this matter.
Zayn was now comparing the personal details of those clients. He couldn't help but wonder what sort of underhanded methods the Lierger Corporation had used to poach so many of their clients away in such a short amount of time.
"The Lierger Corporation has been very efficient in their work, " Benard said, sighing. "I heard Ms. Lierger paid a visit to those three clients personally. After that, all three clients expressed that they no longer wished to continue their partnership with us."
"Is she that good?"
Try as he might, Zayn was unable to make any connection between this sharp, talented businesswoman and the bumbling, clumsy girl he had known in the past.
"I suppose we'll find out for ourselves tomorrow, " Benard said glumly.
"Mr. Giblo, look at that!" Bugara, the driver, suddenly exclaimed.
Zayn turned and looked in the direction he was pointing at. A silver-colored Rolls-Royce was gliding down the road ahead of them. It had a huge ‘L' attached to its license plate— the car belonged to the Lierger family.
"Catch up with them!" Zayn ordered.
"Yes, Mr. Giblo." Bugara stepped down on the accelerator and sped ahead towards the Rolls-Royce.
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