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"ENCHANTED LOVE" SEASON 2, EPISODE 39"



ENCHANTED LOVE

 Season 2

Episode 39  

(I have missed you so much)



Johnson was shocked. Although he had heard the tactics of Aron before, he thought that Aron was just a junior. Johnson wasn't used to his sharp, murderous eyes.     

Johnson sat up and acted as the more senior one, looking Aron up and down carefully.     

Aron was good looking, but he looked too reserved. This temperament did not show his age. Though Aron was young, he was a tough nut to crack.     

His eyes were sharp and profound. Johnson felt very uneasy under his gaze, as if Aron could read his mind.    

 "Are you finished?" Aron said in a low and expressionless voice.     

His tone was so firm that it intimidated Johnson, so he only nodded quietly.  

 "You are my elder, so I let you talk first. But now, you have wasted me twenty minutes so I will be brief. There are only two choices for you. You either resign or let go. It's up to you."    

Johnson was so angry that he slammed his glass on the table. "How dare you?"    Aron held out his hand and his assistant immediately placed a file on it. He opened the file and took out a small piece of paper. He didn't pay much attention to what was written on it, but he was familiar with the style of the handwriting.     

Upon seeing this, a woman quickly came to mind. 'What if I become a celebrity some day? My signature would be worthwhile then, so I have to practice my handwriting to a unique style so that no one could copy it.' He could hear the words she once said to him.     

His assistant made an obvious cough to get Aron, who was absorbed in his thoughts, back to the present. Aron's eyes went back to being icy cold as he tightly and silently held the piece of paper.   

Aron slammed the document file on the table. It contained record of Johnson's embezzlement and fraud all these years. All evidence was in there and Aron didn't have to say anything else.     

Johnson was speechless, seeing the document. He never thought that Aron would find out. When he was about to explain, Aron had already put on his coat.     

Aron's assistant pulled Johnson in a hurry and said, "Mr. Shen, my boss's point is very clear. Good nature is a source of wealth. There is no need for you to offend my boss because of someone else."    

Of course, the so called someone else referred to Aron's brother who strove to drag Aron into the mire at any cost.   

Johnson heaved a sigh. He did not expect that Aron would be so heartless, not caring about their long-standing relationship. Johnson was doomed any which way.    

 Johnson looked at Aron standing in front of him and said, "All right. Have it your own way." He sounded hopeless since nothing much can be done about it anymore.     

"Well, then I have to thank you for your help, Mr. Shen." Aron buttoned his suit, and went on, "I still have work to do, so I have to leave now. My assistant will talk to you about everything else."    

After that, Aron hastily walked out of the room. Outside, he saw Isla get into her car. After four years, he finally saw her again.    

 Aron clenched the small note and couldn't help smiling. He looked at the leaving figure of Isla and said softly to himself, "Long time no see. I have missed you so much."  

Isla has felt very uneasy having smashed someone else's car. The next morning, she received a phone call from Aron's assistant, "Hello, is this Miss Zhao?"

    "Yes, it is. Excuse me. Who is this?" Isla had just gotten up. She hadn't even washed her face and she was just about to make coffee.     

"Hello. We met at Yummy Restaurant yesterday. My boss said that he wanted to meet you to talk about the compensation for the damages on his car. "Miss Zhao, are you free at noon today?" The man asked her politely.   

  "Yes." Isla replied briefly. She was not going to take to the woods or she would not have left her phone number. She promised the man to meet at noon as she happened to be free. She didn't have to go to work these days. "Okay. Please send me the address. But please give me some time. I will be there as soon as possible."  

"That's okay. Well, see you later." The man hung up and turned to Aron, "Mr. Gu, Miss Zhao has agreed to meet you. But she said that she may be a little late."    

"It's Okay, I understand." Aron did not care if she was late. He had been waiting for her for four years, so why would he care to wait a few moments more?     Aron held the note in his hand tightly. 

'Isla, I will not let you walk away from me this time.' Aron thought.     

After hanging up the phone, Isla immediately dressed up, put on a comfortable white T-shirt and jeans and drove to the address given by the man.  

   She was startled by the address given to her. For four years, she dared not go near that place, because she was afraid of recalling those painful memories. But she did not expect that the man would ask to meet there.   

She struggled inward for a long while then decided that it was time for her to forget those memories and let go.    

 Standing in front of the hotel, she took a deep breath and then walked inside.    

 "Hello, Miss. Zhao, please follow me." As soon as she entered the door, she saw the man whom she met yesterday. He smiled and waved his hands at her.    

 "Where is your boss?" Isla felt weird because the man was alone. Didn't his boss want to talk about the damages and compensation? But why wasn't he there?     

"My boss is waiting for you upstairs." The man in black suit pushed the elevator button and said to Isla, "Miss. Zhao, this way please."   

 Isla's head was filled with thoughts of something bad happening to her. She tried to brush them away. 'He is the boss of a big company, so he's not gonna do anything to me.'  

She clutched her bag and walked into the elevator. "Excuse me." She turned to the man. "May I know your name?"   

 "You can call me Chou."    

"Well, Chou." Isla looked at him and asked, "Is your boss angry?"   

 Isla felt ashamed. Although she left her phone number and she was never going to run away from her responsibility, she worried that she would have to pay a large amount of money.     

After all... After all, she smashed a Maserati.     

"Miss. Zhao, you don't have to worry. My boss has said that you don't need to compensate for the car. He won't go back on his words." Chou smiled and comforted Isla.    

 "Don't need compensation? Are you serious?" She was relieved but she couldn't believe what she heard. "Well, then why did he want me to meet him here today?" Isla asked, puzzled.   

Chou smiled softly and replied, "My boss is just curious about you. He said that it is his first time to meet a person who would take the initiative to pay for such damages. That is why he asked you to meet him here. You can dine with him and even make friends with him. Don't worry. He is a good person."    

"Oh, I get it now." Isla was enlightened by his words. Isla furrowed her brows slightly. It sounded weird. She did smash his luxury car. So now that she came, she would like to meet him. At least, she should apologize to him and extended her appreciation.     

When the elevator stopped on the 22nd floor, Isla felt her heart beating fast. She has not forgotten this floor number. She hesitated before stepping out with Chou.     

Now standing in front of a familiar room, she felt like she was going to faint.  Was it just a coincidence?   

This way please. My boss is inside." Old memories came rushing back. Isla stood in front of the door nervously and then let out a scream, dropped to the floor and burst into tears. 

A few seconds later, a pair of shiny leather shoes appeared in front of her. A man handed her a tissue and asked, "Are you okay?"

In the next second, Isla jumped up, overwhelmed, as if she had seen a ghost. She pushed away the man in front of her and rushed out. The man whom she missed all this time had just showed up, but now she did not want to see him. 
No, she dared not. 
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