Facing Teresa's confusion, the man smiled gently.
"Should I feel lucky that you have forgotten me or sad that you have forgotten me?"
"What?"
"What's more, an old man gave you one third shares of his studio, including the design books he had
created and collected all his life."
Squinting her eyes, Teresa suddenly thought of a lonely old man squatting in the sea of flowers and
telling his love story. Sad but loyal.
"You are..."
"You remember? But I have changed my name. Everything has passed. My name is Forget now."
The man smiled. He had maintained it from the moment he stood in front of her till now.
"Why suddenly?"
"Do you want to ask me why I changed my name?"
The man sat next to Teresa, with a touch of sadness in his eyes. Since then, Teresa hadn't even
appeared, and she hadn't even taken away the book left by the master.
He even thought that he would never meet Teresa again in his life, but he kept her shares all the time
and used his unique talent to open a small jewelry design company.
Then it developed slowly. Right now it was still a small company, and he still couldn't compete with her
boyfriend at that time, the CEO of TH Group.
"Yes."
"Nothing. I just want to live a new life. Look at me. I'm living a good life now, aren't I? As for you, how
are you doing?"
Teresa looked down at her fair and slender fingers.
"I'm married. I'm living a good life."
While speaking, the two people suddenly fell into silence, and not far away, Enrique had already
noticed them. He squinted slightly and looked at the man sitting next to Teresa. It was him?
"Teresa, this is my name card. Come and have a look when you have time. After all, you own one third
of the shares of the company now."
The man stand up, took out a business card from his pocket and put it in Teresa's hand. He nodded
with a smile and left. Time passed so fast. In the blink of an eye, things changed.
Staring at the business card in her hand, Teresa was absent-minded. The name on his name card was
Forget. What did he want to forget? What did he want to start over?
'Forget it. Everyone has something to go through.'
"What are you thinking about?"
Not knowing when, Enrique walked to Teresa. Teresa shook her head and said nothing. She put the
business card into her small bag secretly and Enrique pretended not to see it.
"Ah. It's Mr. Christopher. Mr. Christopher is here."
There was an uproar in front of them, and even Yilia, who was not far away, blushed with excitement.
She wanted to get close to Christopher. Enrique stretched out his hand and said to Teresa.
"Why are you still standing there? Didn't you always want to see Christopher?"
Teresa was stunned. She put her hand on the hand of Enrique and stood up. They walked towards the
crowd not far away. However, there were too many people, so Enrique was careful not to let Teresa go
too close.
After a short while, the crowd in front of them had automatically separated into a path. Teresa was also
squeezed into the crowd. Enrique beside her were still there, frowning.
In the middle of the path, a man came over. He looked about forty years old, but everyone knew that
Christopher was fifty-nine years old and was about to sixty years old, so he held this yacht party.
Although he looked young, Teresa was surprised by his appearance. He looked like a butcher in
ancient times. He was not fat. He was very big and tall. And he had a beard.
He smiled gently. Most importantly, his female companion was Shirley. When they came to Teresa,
Shirley also saw Teresa.
She didn't look well before, but now she gave people a sense of complacency and flaunting. She
looked at Teresa with disdain and arrogance.
Until they walked to the luxurious stage built in the middle of the crowd, Christopher stood on it and
spoke into the microphone.
"Thank you for coming to my birthday party. I'm not that kind of person who talks too much. So, please
don't be so polite and enjoy yourself. If you guys were drunk, I had prepared rooms. Please don't
worried about it. Tonight, my yacht will stay on this river for a night."
His words were not very polite or perfect. He was like an upstart who suddenly had money. With a
wave of his hand, the guests all clapped vigorously.
"You don't look happy. Why? Are you disappointed with the legendary figure in the jewelry industry?"
Enrique's voice rang with some schadenfreude. Teresa didn't say a word. To be honest, she seemed a
little disappointed, but one should not judge a person by his appearance. Since he had the current
reputation, he must have his own unique skills.
"I'm a little stuffy. I want to go to the deck and breathe some fresh air."
"Okay, I'll go with you."
"Mr. Enrique, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Let's get drunk tonight."
"Yes, Mr. Enrique. Come here."
As soon as he was about to accompany Teresa, some bosses, who he barely knew, swarmed over.
Teresa smiled.
"Come to me when you finish your business."
Enrique could do nothing but watch Teresa disappear from his sight. Enrique was even a little irritable,
but he still wore a smile. Without Teresa by his side, many women who looked like a lady would actively
stick to him when they saw him.
The more Enrique smiled, the more women came to him. The men around him were jealous and
watching the drama.
They couldn't help sighing in their heart, 'Sure enough, nowadays, women first look at money, house
and property, and second look at appearance. Rich and handsome men are particularly popular, and
most importantly, that man is gentle.'
Teresa came to the deck of the yacht. The breeze gently brushed her cheeks, and the coldness just
dispelled her depression. One or two stars occasionally flashed in the night sky. It was already so dark.
The sound of the river was heard in her ears, and she was dressed beautifully. Christopher was holding
a banquet downstairs, and there was even no one on the deck. Well, it was quiet.
She held the armrest by the side of the yacht and closed her eyes slightly, enjoying such a quiet time.
Yes, she was no longer suitable for such a lively scene and place.
"It seems that you are very leisurely."
A gentle and soft tone came to Teresa's ears. She turned around and frowned. Expressionless.
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