Chapter 48
Ethan checked the time. They had been waiting from 10:00 am to 12:00 pm, and lunchtime was nearly over, yet no one had arrived.
“This information was obtained through connections. It shouldn’t be fake. I also told them to inform us if there were any plan changes. Since we haven’t heard anything, Mr. Lane must still be on his way,” he explained.
Noticing Dorian’s pale face, Ethan added, “He may have been held up by something. Please calm down. I’ll check on the situation again.”
Lunar Lounge was a well-known high-end restaurant in Northridge, renowned for its excellent environment and steep prices.
Despite this, there were never any empty tables, and to dine there, a reservation needed to be made at least three days in advance.
Dorian didn’t lack money, but they got the information late. They couldn’t even enter the restaurant and were forced to wait outside.
“Mr. Blake, isn’t that Ms. Hart?” Ethan suddenly raised his voice.
Dorian looked up, his hands clenching tightly.
The girl Ethan was referring to was wearing a slightly fitted light purple dress that accentuated her slender waist and revealed her fair and smooth calves.
The hem of her dress flowed gracefully with her movements, as if every step she took was blossoming.
There was a purity mixed with allure. She was undeniably beautiful.
It was Lila.
Such a stunning sight caught the attention of many around them.
The man helping her out of the car was tall and elegant, dressed in a three-piece black suit. His every gesture exuded sophistication.
Although they couldn’t see his face from behind, his silhouette and the aura of nobility surrounding him nearly caused Dorian to lose his composure.
Lila looked up at the man, saying something to him. Her smile was soft, and her eyes sparkled like stars.
A gentle breeze passed by, carrying the lively sounds of the crowd.
Kieran casually reached out to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. His fingers brushed against her ear, making her feel a tickle. She shyly moved away, laughter shimmering in her eyes.
The two of them looked like a perfect match-handsome and beautiful.
Their intimate and natural interaction caused Dorian’s eyes to redden with anger. Lila actually dared to find another man!
He couldn’t control himself and was about to rush over when his assistant held him back tightly. “Mr. Blake, don’t be impulsive. There might be a misunderstanding.”
“Misunderstanding my ass!” Dorian cursed, “Get out of my way!”
“Ms. Hart isn’t that kind of person. This could just be a friend of hers. That Morgan family heir, Mr. Noah, is quite wealthy, right? Could it be him?”
Ethan was sweating profusely but didn’t dare let go of him at that moment. Given Dorian’s reputation, it would be impossible to handle if this situation escalated.
“Mr. Blake, I know you’re angry, but what about the project? You know how much manpower and resources we’ve invested in this. Even if it’s not a
misunderstanding, what will it accomplish if you go over and hit that man?
“I suspect Ms. Hart is forced to lower herself to ask for help because you cut off
her connections. You know what kind of person she is better than I do.”
That last remark brought some semblance of reason back to Dorian.
Yes, Lila wasn’t that kind of person!
She must be helping those two newcomers secure resources.
When she was still with Dorian, she had taken the initiative to meet with producers several times and had been taken advantage of more than once. Because of that, she even mentioned she wouldn’t act anymore.
“Mr. Blake, once you meet with Mr. Lane, you’ll have plenty of time to ask Ms. Hart what’s going on. You both really need to have a good talk and not let your emotions get the better of you.”
Dorian looked at the people around him, feeling a bit calmer.
But his gaze remained fixated on the two people walking inside.
Dorian narrowed his eyes as he caught sight of the man, slightly tilting his head to reveal a fuzzy outline.
Was that Noah? When did he come back to the country?
However, confronting Lila could wait a little longer if it was Noah.
His previously tense expression softened slightly. Just as he calmed down, Ethan pulled at him again, lowering his voice to remind him, “Mr. Blake, Mr. Lane is here.”
Dorian took a deep breath and lifted his head, his expression returning to normal.
The man approaching wore a simple, dark, short-sleeve shirt and black casual trousers. Though he was over 50, he still looked vigorous, walking with steady strides.
He held a high position for many years and did not exude severity. The streaks of gray in his hair actually made his demeanor more gentle.
Dorian quickly collected himself and confidently stepped in front of him. “Mr. Lane, may I have two minutes of your time?”