His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1157 No Drinking

Now that Rachel had become the CEO of the Tarsan Corporation, Dustin thought he would never have

a chance to get close to her. Unexpectedly, he got a call from her earlier that afternoon. More so, they

also engaged in chatting, the content of which was quite seductive to him.

His mind started racing, not only for Rachel's beauty but also for the Tarsan Corporation.

He thought it was the God that was willing to help him to strive for further improvement in his career.

"Mr. Zhang, you are too kind. With you being our senior, we should learn from you," Rachel said,

blushing. "May I excuse myself? I will just have a look over there."

"No problem. We'll hang out some other day," he smirked. Dustin's eyes lingered on Rachel, and not

until she was about to leave did he reluctantly retract his gaze.

"Sure. I just came back to Y City. It has changed a lot, and I feel like I have a lot to ask about. Please

don't feel annoyed if I do," Rachel smiled. She was so charming and lovely, Dustin could not help

swallowing hard as he stared at her.

"Sure! Sure," Dustin responded unwittingly.

"Well, I have to go now. See you around," Rachel said grinning. Then she went over to the man who

had just entered the room with Holley.

"Rachel, what kind of person Dustin is? Do you know him well? Look at the way he looks at you!" In all

honesty, Holley disdained horny old men. But she would not say no to them if she needed something.

"Don't judge him based on his appearance. His business is also an empire in Y City, just quite like the

Shining Company. So forget about his look." Rachel was helpless. Thinking about her own purpose,

she chose not to care so much about it.

"What about the one who just came in? Who is he?" Holley candidly inquired. She was not familiar with

all these businessmen.

"That is Lance from Silver Corporation. They've built up a fortune by doing film and television.

Currently, they are involved in different kind of fields, including real estate, hotel, tourism, and new

retail. His value is higher than Dustin's. As long as we take them down, Charles will definitely be afraid

of us!" Rachel explained.

She had put in a lot of effort on these people. The others, however, were of no use to her. If they would

willingly give hands to Rachel, she would never be afraid of anyone in Y City!

"Oh! It turns out that he is Lance. I've heard of him, but I've never seen him in person." Holley nodded,

thinking of the probability that the Silver Corporation was the first company Rachel had worked for.

"Lance, it's been a long time since I last met you. Look at you! You look terrific," Rachel flattered. She

could not wait to greet the man opposite her.

Like Dustin, Lance was also an old man. His appearance though was quite okay, a way better than

Dustin, the greasy old man.

Although Silver Corporation started relatively late, Dustin held Lance in high esteem.

"Rachel, you are prettier than before. Not only that, but you are such a sweet talker!" Lance called her

affectionately by her first name. After all, she used to work for him.

"I am so pleased and happy that you still remember the time I once worked with you. I must have

caused you a lot of troubles because of my ignorance," she beamed.

"Ha! That was such a long time ago. It's alright. I'm so glad to see you right now. I can set my mind at

ease," Lance chuckled, with a demeanor of being her senior.

"Oh, forgive me. I am just so excited that I even forgot to offer you a seat. Let me show you the way. It's

such a long time. You can never tell how glad I am to meet you here," Rachel exclaimed.

"Okay, let's go." Lance strutted towards the leather sofa in the private room. As soon as he settled

himself down, he waved his hand towards Rachel—a gesture of acknowledgment.

"Okay, Lance. I have to make a toast to you later. Thank you so much for guiding me in those years.

You really made me feel that I was appreciated," she declared, praising him. Rachel opted to humbly

lavish him with praise, even though she knew that the current strength of the Tarsan Corporation did Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

not pale in comparison with the Silver Corporation.

Being a tough woman herself, she basically understood when to yield and when not to. It didn't matter

to her as long as she could achieve what her mind was set to do. And that was to take down Charles

and to humiliate Sheryl as much as she could!

The venue was packed with a group of people indulging loud conversations when a sudden feeling of

strong aura swarmed in, rendering them all speechless.

Lance, who was on the couch, immediately rose to his feet and glanced at the door.

'Oh, it's Charles!', he thought.

As the last one to arrive, obviously, Charles was the king. He was someone of importance.

"Well, everyone is here? Then, let us take our seats,"

Charles offered, looking at the guests who were situated in the waiting area.

Soon after, he occupied the host's seat.

"Mr. Lu, we dare not to take seats without you. We would rather wait for you," someone flattered.

"All right! Don't be so reserved. Let's take our seats. It's just a simple meal for us. It's no big deal."

Polite as Charles was, his face exuded coldness.

The atmosphere was way more uncomfortable because of him.

Lance was apparently not afraid to say his piece. "Since Mr. Lu is here, let us all be seated. Mr. Lu is

quite busy. Let us get started. We will finish dinner in no time so that Mr. Lu can go home early and

have a rest."

The guests slowly settled themselves after they heard Lance's words.

"Waiter, please serve the dishes. Hurry up." Holley said to a waiter who stood nearby her.

"Okay. The dishes will be served soon," the waiter nodded respectfully and ran outside.

"Mr. Lu, please let me propose a toast to you," Lance stated. He was trying to ease the atmosphere.

"I cannot drink today." Unexpectedly, he was rejected outright by Charles.

"Well... Since Mr. Lu cannot drink wine today, how about tea? This is Longjing tea. Please have a

taste?" Lance was a little bit embarrassed. Obviously, he could not force Charles to drink.