When Nicolas opened the door early the next morning, he saw Elaine standing there pacing back and
forth, wondering how long she had been there.
Nicolas froze: "Miss James ......"
Elaine greeted him with a smile, "Good morning."
Nicolas ushered her into the dining room, "Did Miss James have breakfast."
"I've eaten." With that, she waved her hand again and said, "You don't have to mind me, I have an
appointment with my friend to meet here, she will be here in a minute."
Nicolas nodded slightly and poured a glass of water over to Elaine.
Just as he was about to leave, Elaine called out to him and spoke with some embarrassment, "That
...... if I want to see him, should I do ah, wait for him here, or what?"
Nicolas knew who she meant by "he": "Master of Riverside told me to contact his assistant if Miss
James wanted to see him."
After a pause, Nicolas added, "Miss James, do you need me to get in touch now?"
Elaine first nodded and then shook her head immediately after, "Or you can ask his assistant for me if I
can go to him if he's not busy, and if he is, forget it."
"Okay, Miss James hold on a second."
Elaine sat in her seat and turned her head to look out at the river view, her mood as bright as the rising
sun.
A few minutes later, Nicolas came over, "Miss James, the assistant said that Master of Riverside is
meeting with a partner from Italy today and the schedule is full."
Instead of losing her face, Elaine's smile was bright: "That's okay, I'll come back tomorrow then."
She always waits for one, when he is not busy.
"Then Miss James call me again if you need me."
"Okay, you go ahead and get busy."
Elaine sat there for an hour before Natasha came running over in a hurry.
She said, "Elaine sorry ah, I have been talking well for half a day before my father let me go out, you
have been waiting for a long time, right?"
Elaine said, "No, I don't have much to do at home anyway."
Natasha ordered a glass of water, took a few sips to slow down and started to share with Elaine the
first-hand news she just got: "By the way, did you know that Brendon is in the hospital!"
Elaine was stunned at the words and then shook her head, "I don't know, is it sick?"
"Of course not." Natasha said, "My dad was going to settle the score with him, but instead he heard the
news that he was in the hospital, according to reliable information ......"
Natasha said, lowering her voice, as if she was afraid of attracting wrongdoing: "He was broken a leg,
that person is the James family family head, Darnell. elaine, I remember he should be your uncle,
right?"
Elaine corrected, "He's not my real uncle, it's just a term of endearment."
Natasha nodded haphazardly: "That's not important, is he so terrible in the rumor or not? I heard that
he looks tiger-backed, ugly, two meters tall, and can crush other people's heads with his bare hands,
and there's more, he likes to eat raw meat and organs of animals, and also drink fresh blood ......"
At the end of the day, she had goose bumps all over her body.
Elaine: "......"
The version Natasha heard was actually similar to what she had heard before.
At that time Elaine had little concept of Darnell's looks, just felt scared to look at him, and not much
contact itself, so naturally, it will be a variety of horror rumors strung together.
At the end of the day, that fear, then engraved in the memory.
Elaine held her cheek with one hand and stirred the milk tea in front of her with the other: "The rumors
are false, he didn't look tigerish or two meters tall, but ......"
Elaine thought for a moment and gestured, "It's pretty high too, I'm probably up to his chest."
She highlighted, "He's not ugly, he's super handsome."
Natasha is not convinced, she thinks Elaine has an "uncle" filter on this man who crushed someone's
head with his bare hands.
Otherwise, if he is not as scary as rumored, how can he become the James family head.
Natasha echoed, "Okay, okay, you're right, let's go have fun this afternoon, just to take a break."
It didn't matter what Elaine did since she wasn't goingto see Darnell today anyway, she nodded, "Yeah,
go somewhere."
An hour later, the two were standing face to face with tennis rackets in hand.
Natasha moved her wrist: "Come on, let's have a duel today. The usual rules, the loser then draws the
dare."
Elaine said, "Let's get started."
They often come here to play when they have nothing to do before, and can exercise and relax.
Both girls are in their early twenties, wearing tennis sports suits and high ponytails, beautiful and
energetic, attracting many people's attention for a while.
It also includes the two figures that just walked into the tennis hall.
Erickson said, "The request made by Master of Riverside, I will definitely check it out when I go back,
and I hope we can succeed in this cooperation."
Darnell's eyes fell on Elaine and he gave a faint hint.
Erickson followed his line of sight and his eyes flashed with a touch of amazement as he murmured,
"What a pretty girl."
Darnell glanced at him, "I thought you were here to pick up something."
Erickson, however, said, "Fate, it must be fate."
He was playing tennis here yesterday and left his watch behind. He was going to ask his assistant to
obtain it, but ended up dropping by today when his meeting with Darnell was right next to him.
Darnell ignored him and his eyes fell back on Elaine.
She seemed to have lost, her mouth slightly pouted, looking a little chagrined, her little face was red
with heat, fanning the wind gently with her hand, but her look was pleasant.
Several emotions switch quickly on her face, natural and agile.
She always seems to be like this, always happy and forthright.
Darnell looked at her and the corners of his lips rose unnoticed.
Over there, Elaine lost and Natasha was rocking the phone app and picked a dare for her.
When the results came back, Elaine padded over to see them and Natasha read, "Look back and make
a face at the person closest to you while saying 'I died a horrible death'."
Natasha said, looking up, "Eh, just in time, someone is coming our way, here's your chance."
Elaine thought long pain is better than short pain, immediately towards Natasha than an OK, then
turned his head two hands cupped face, pulling the corners of the mouth, eyes squeezed into a slit, spit
out his tongue and spoke: "I died ......"
Halfway through her sentence, from her eyes, which were squeezed into a slit, she vaguely saw a
familiar face.
Elaine: "......"
Help!!!
She turned over completely without any hint of, reflexively.
Natasha's focus was all on Elaine, and was just about to ask her what was wrong when her eyes
happened to glance at the man standing in front of them, and a sense of oppression overwhelmed her.
It's not for nothing that Elaine is on the verge of running away, she wants to run away too!
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