A Moment in Destiny

Chapter 232 Lost In Love?

"Ahem, ahem, ahem-"

Vincent grunted coldly and walked straight out the door.

"Vincent!" Seeing that he was leaving, Leila followed him out. She blocked his path with her tiny body. "You said you'd give it to me after we're married!"

Vincent sneered, looked down at this little face of hers and snorted, "As long as we don't get a divorce, until we die, it's after we're married!"

"You!" Leila didn't expect him to trick her. "You, how can you not keep your word?"

"Did I?" He asked.

"You're a villain who go back on your word!"

"I never said I was a gentleman!"

"..." Leila was speechless. It wasn't that she'd never met an unreasonable person. It was just that she'd never met anyone so unreasonable, especially a man!

God!

Was he a man?!

After all, she was not as shameless as he was, and Leila finally knew what her father had really meant when he said that no businessman was scrupulous. No wonder Dad had always let her work in the government administration and not in a company. Today she had learned the treachery of businessmen.

Vincent left.

Leila was helpless and just watched his back as he left. An indescribable feeling spread through her heart.

Eira brought the food, but Leila's phone rang. She looked at the number and saw that it was her sister's. "Hello! Sis!"

"Did you get that?" Macey's voice came over the phone in a somewhat unintelligible tone.

"Sis, sorry, not yet. I'll get it as soon as I can!" Leila said.

"You're not just having sex with Vincent and forgetting about the most important thing, are you?" Macey's voice was immediately raised to the highest level.

Leila put the phone out of her ear and said, "He wouldn't give it to me!"

"You've only been thinking about having sex with him and forgetting about it, haven't you?" Macey's shrill, cold voice seemed even more terrifying coming over the phone.

"I didn't!" Leila hurried to explain. "Sis, I'll ask for it, but he won't give it. He, he doesn't keep his word!"

"How could he refuse to give it to you? Leila, do you ever ask for it by heart?" Macey's voice rose once more.

Listening to the sharp sarcastic voice on the other side of the phone, Leila wondered when her sister had become such a sarcastic person.

"Leila, it must be you who didn't want it! I know Vincent. He's not that heartless. I've been with him for so many years, can I not know him? He'll still remember our old times!" Macey's shrill voice was unusually harsh, and her sarcastic words stabbed at Leila like a knife.

Leila just pursed her lips and felt exceptionally bitter in her heart. "Sis, he's not the Mr. White he used to be!"

"Humph! Don't think I don't know your selfish motives. Leila, no matter what, he's the man I used to sleep with. Even if you marry him and he becomes my brother-in-law, it doesn't change that fact! He's a leftover I've played with! You and your mother are all the same and all you do is steal your own sister's man!"

"Sis, I'll find a way!" That was all Leila said before she hung up the phone. She suddenly felt a little sad. Looking at the delicious food, she lost her appetite.

Leila went out just in time to meet a taxi at the corner of the villa. And this was not a good place to get a taxi. As she got into the car, her hair was a bit dishevelled and her eyes were so blank that the young driver in front of her, wearing glasses, gave her two more glances. Finally, the driver struck up a conversation with her.

"Where do you want to get off, miss?"

Leila glanced out of the window at the flashing landscape and pursed her lips in a faint smile, "Where is the terminal?"

"Miss, this is a taxi, not a bus!"

"Oh, then drive me onwards. Where the traffic jam, I will get off!" Leila said blandly.

"You've lost your love?" The driver in front of her asked.

Leila was stunned, and suddenly laughed out. Then she asked in a light tone, "Do I look like I've fallen out of love?"

The young driver was stunned, "I thought you were out of love because you looked a bit disoriented!"

Leila looked up and saw through the mirror in front of her that the driver was very young. He wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses and looked very civilized. So she smiled, "Don't you get bored driving a taxi at such a young age?"

"I love what I do for a living. You can call me later if you need anything!" The driver reached over and took a business card out of his case and handed it to Leila, "You can call me anytime. I'm a very ethical taxi driver!"

Leila took the business card, smiled and nodded. "Okay! Thanks!"

She looked down at the business card and found that there were only a few words on it, but the design was quite personal. There was only one name: Julian Gordon, in addition to a series of phone numbers. No title, no occupation, just a name and a phone number. This kind of business card was a bit weird.

The surname was also unusual, and Leila couldn't help but look at it more than once before placing it in her bag. Even if it was out of courtesy, because she couldn't just open the window and throw the card out in front of the driver.

Fifteen minutes later, by the time they reached the central area, there was actually a traffic jam starting.

Leila looked at the location and saw that it was the White Group Building, and when she looked up, she saw the eighty-eight-story building rising into the clouds.

"There's a traffic jam!" Julian warned.

Leila nodded feebly, then took her money and got out of the car.

"Your name, miss?" Julian asked.

Leila turned around to see a handsome face. As Leila sized up Julian, he also sized up Leila.

It was then that Leila noticed that his glasses were flat. Uh, why was he wearing a pair of flat glasses?

Leila couldn't see his eyes. The only movement was a shiny white light sliding from the lower left corner of the glasses towards the upper right corner, "May I know your name?"

"We just met each other by chance. If we ever meet again, I'll tell you next time!" With a faint smile, Leila turned to leave.

Julian smiled softly and looked at Leila's back in thought, then he looked at the White Group Building rising into the clouds. Behind the flat glasses, his deep eyes had more wisdom in them.

"Remember, next time, I must know your name!" His words seem to take on an extra touch of ambition.

Leila didn't turn around, just waved her hand and shook her head, smiling softly. The driver was really quite funny.

The White Group's office building was located in the central area, the busiest commercial centre in F City.

In the spacious president's office of 100 square meters, the decoration was in the same color scheme. The simple design desk was placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the documents of each department were neatly arranged on the desktop. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, one could see the cosmopolitan city of F City at a glance.

Vincent was sitting in his office at the moment, lighting a cigarette and smoking it slowly. Behind the smoke, his eyes were deep and unmoving.

Downstairs on the street, Leila walked slowly and turned into another street. At the corner of the Central was WH Park. Looking at the endless scenery in front of her, the bits and pieces of what

happened last night couldn't fade away in her mind. After walking for about two miles, she realized that she was hungry. So she went into a small shop and ate beef noodles.

At the table next to her sat a couple, the boy was tall and thin, while the girl was beautiful and elegant. The boy was clumsily holding the dishes for the girl, with a simple smile on his face. And the girl was happily enjoying the boy's service. In the whole shop, it was as if they only had eyes for each other. It was a heart-warming scene that made Leila's heart ache with sorrow.

If she married Vincent, she was afraid that there would never be such a thing as love again in her life. Because Vincent's love would never be given to her, and she had never wished for it.

She was hungry, but she could not eat anything, so she finally settled her bill and came out. Standing on the small bridge in the centre of the lake in WH Park, her hair was disheveled in the wind, but she walked slowly with a calm and composed face. She was not the kind of girl who would only complain about what had happened, and she would not regret it, nor did she want to shed any more tears and die. She would just accept it silently, only, it would take a little time.

Her phone rang again, and it was from home. On the other end of the line, her mother's worried voice came through, "Leila! Did you sleep well last night? Vincent didn't bully you, did he?"

"Mum, I'm fine. Mr. White is very nice and gentle to me. Don't worry, mum!" Leila took a deep breath of fresh air and her tone returned to a lighter one. She looked at the sunshine, but in the back of her mind she wondered if she would be struck by lightning for lying in broad daylight.

"That's good. Your father and I were worried sick. I thought he was up to something, but now it seems to be all right. I'll hurry and tell your dad. You and Vincent come back for dinner sometime!" Leila's mother sounded relieved.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

"Okay, I got it, mum. You tell Dad that I've decided to go to work at the agency!" Leila said. "It's just about the internship period, so let's have Dad arrange the selection now. When I graduate in two months, I'll apply for the job!"

"Really? That's great. Your dad will be so happy!"

"Yes!" Leila smiled bitterly, yet felt at peace. Luckily, she still had her mother. She would be strong for her mother's happiness, and for her aunt in heaven!

She put the phone down when the phone suddenly rang again.

Leila looked down and saw Vincent's number.

She hesitated and had a slight shudder running through her heart. Looking at the number kept blinking, but she didn't answer it.

The ringing stopped abruptly and Leila stared at the phone in disbelief. A few seconds later, a message came - If you don't answer the phone after three seconds of ringing, you will be responsible for the consequences!

She was stunned. The phone rang again. It was Vincent again.

She took a deep breath and answered the phone. "Hello, Mr. White!"

"If I remember correctly, shouldn't you be calling me husband, my dearest wife?" Vincent's low, ambiguous voice came from the other end of the line.

Leila just felt a chill run through her body. She still couldn't say the word “husband”, so she just said, "Mr. White, is something wrong?"

"Where are you?"

"Outside!"

"I know you're on the outside. But where exactly are you?" He asked again.

"On the street!"

"Leila!" She said unhappily.

"If you don't want to give me back that tape, I really don't know what you want from me. You've humiliated me, I've begged you for mercy on my knees, and I've married you when you asked me to. I'm fine with you sleeping with other people, Mr. White, can't you return the tape to my sister for the sake of my father? Even if she betrayed you, but for the sake of my father helped you over the years, can't we just forget about it?" Leila gathered enough courage to say a lot of things in one breath. She really didn't know what Vincent was up to.

"Leila, what you are saying is that without your dad, without our most beloved and respected Brian all these years, the White Group would not be where it is today, right? You mean your dad is playing favouritism and commiting irregularities or perverting justice for a bribe?" His laughter seemed to come from the other end of the phone, but it was a sneer.

Even from that distance, she could still feel Vincent's anger. And the angrier he got, the more charming his smile would be. Only the smile never reached the bottom of his eyes.

"You!" Leila was dumbfounded. "Fine, I won't talk to you anymore. I can't talk to you. If you don't give me that tape, don't call me again. I have nothing to say to you!" With that, she just hung up the phone.