Chapter 116_1
Professionally, they couldn’t force him to take over, so could they at least pressure him into marriage? He was thirty-five! Ordinary folks, if they married at twenty-five, would have children several years old by thirty-five, yet he didn’t even have a girlfriend. True, he didn’t possess Glades Horne’s handsome features, but he was still decent and presentable. Disregarding his truly impressive background, just being the Chief Assistant of the Valence Group made him one of T City’s influential figures—women pursuing him could probably form a queue from T City all the way to Beijing. Could it be that he fancied no one?
Glades Horne emerged from the small bar carrying two glasses of wine. Mason Wallace, also holding a glass of red wine identical to Julia Bluen’s, followed him. Mason Wallace admired the glass of wine intended for his wife. He then looked at Glades Horne’s figure with respect once more. That tall, sturdy silhouette exuded an air of superiority. Glades commanded the life and death of countless people; a crisis in the Valence Group could result in masses of unemployed individuals wandering the streets. Yet this man possessed a heart more delicate than a woman’s, caring for his loved ones with tender, inconspicuous affection, not like some who always made grand gestures.
Such subtle, quiet care and doting truly warmed the heart.
Then turning to Julia Bluen, who had just accepted the red wine from Glades Horne, Mason Wallace felt that the two really made a perfect pair—the man handsome and the woman pretty.
That woman was pretty, with an underlying toughness, unlike a typical wealthy heiress.
But then again, how could an ordinary person manage to marry the prince of the Horne Family?
The two couples took their seats on the sofa.
"Any progress?" Mason Wallace leaned back leisurely into the sofa the moment he sat down, his eyes firmly fixed on Glades Horne. If I can dig up exclusive news from my cousin’s boss, I can go to my aunt to claim credit and seek a reward, he thought.
Hearing his question, Julia Bluen turned her head to glance at Glades Horne beside her. Glades Horne, looking affectionately at her, asked softly, "How’s the cocktail I made?"
Julia Bluen smiled but obediently took a sip and immediately exclaimed, "It doesn’t taste like alcohol at all."