Chapter 57
I forced a smile and thanked the restaurant manager.
Tristan slid the menu toward me. “Here, have a look. See if there’s anything you like.
I glanced at the menu and noticed that it was in Franch.
“I can’t read Fraunch,” I explained awkwardly.
“There’s an Inglis menu available,” Tristan replied.
A brief moment later, the restaurant manager returned with an Inglis menu and handed it to
- me.
I flipped through the menu but still struggled to make out some of the dishes.
Noticing the frown on my face, Tristan asked, “Are you alright?”
“I can only remember basic Inglis vocabulary from high school.”
I let out a sigh. My memory loss had stripped away seven years of knowledge, including everything I learned in university. I felt more clueless and out of touch than ever before.
Tristan nodded understandingly. “I should have thought of that…”
Just then, a couple entered the restaurant and walked hand–in–hand in our direction.
My heart dropped. I quickly picked up the menu to hide my face.
The couple was also taken aback when they noticed me. They paused in their footsteps.
Tristan, on the other hand, was still engrossed in the menu and wine list.
When he finally turned toward me and noticed that I was hiding behind the large menu, understood immediately.
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He lifted his head slightly and took a glance at the couple approaching us. His eyes narrowed instinctively.
Soon, the couple walked toward us.
“What a coincidence seeing you here, Mr. Zook, Jameson said as he extended his hand.
Tristan casually lifted his gaze. His expression remained indifferent. “Quite the coincidence, Mr. Brown.”
Then, he shifted his gaze to Xandra, who was dressed in a dark blue dress. His eyes narrowed. further.
Xandra extended her hand and said, “Mr. Zook, Ive heard so much about you. We didn’t expect to bump into you here tonight.”
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There was a hint of flattery in her tone.
She continued, “My name is Xandra Clark. I’m a student of Professor Dale at Berklee. I’m currently preparing for my solo performance that will be held in the city’s concert hall.”
They both extended their hands, but Tristan showed no signs of shaking them.
Instead, he turned to the restaurant manager and said, “Please change the Lafite to a bottle of champagne.”
After a brief pause, he shifted his gaze toward me and added softly, “She can’t drink alcohol.”
His actions left Jameson and Xandra feeling awkward.
Jameson’s expression darkened as he stared at me, his gaze was far from pleasant.
Xandra nudged him gently and said, “We actually have something to discuss with Wynonna. Since we’re all here, why don’t we just sit together?”
She pulled Jameson down into a chair beside her.
Tristan frowned and a hint of displeasure flashed across his eyes.
Jameson reluctantly took a seat. It was clear that he didn’t want to see me, let alone in this
situation.
I regained my composure and continued to browse through the menu. I was determined not to engage in any conversation with them.
The awkward silence lingered in the air, creating an uncomfortable tension.
Eventually, Jameson spoke up. “Wynonna, I’ve got something to discuss with you.”
“What is it, Mr. Brown? Is it about the 50 million dollars I invested in the Brown Corporation? If it is, I’d be more than willing to clear my schedule to talk,” I retorted.
Jameson’s expression darkened. “You’re asking for money?”
I sneered.
“Mr. Brown, let me correct you. I’m not asking for money. I’m asking for what’s rightfully mine! There’s a significant difference between the two.
“And I’ve come to understand that you used my investments to revive your company…” I said, casting a cold glance at Xandra. “So, let me be clear. I want my share of the profits, and not a penny less.”
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