Chapter 252: Sweet Like Jasmine
A few hours earlier:
Clyde sat cross-legged in the lotus room, his back against a carved sandalwood pillar, listening to his friends argue for an hour. The incense had burned halfway down, teacups drawn one after another, the discussion heated. His head spun, not from incense or the noise, but from the utter absurdity of the conversation.
"I’m telling you, he should just kiss the boy and be done with it!" Dylon snapped, slapping his palm against the woven mat as if that settled everything.
Clyde’s brow twitched.
"Are you crazy?" Lin Heye shot back. "He will come off as a total creep! No one wants to be ambushed like that."
"Oh please," Dylon said, dropping onto his back with a dramatic groan. "I just wink at my fans, and they’ll squeal like crazy. Imagine that face comes at them," he said, pointing at Clyde.
"That’s not the point!" Lin Heye threw his hands in the air, frustrated.
"No," Georgina interjected. "What Clyde needs is to create the moment. Give him the hints. Candlelight. A romantic dinner. Live music, champagne. Maybe a nice Schick gift, something like a designer watch. He will be totally hooked. Trust me."
Clyde blinked. Hooked?
Mason scoffed loudly. "Hello! He is going to a banquet. Hosted by his own family. What date? What restaurant? There won’t be any unless he kidnapped the boy."
"So what do you suggest Mr Smarty Pants?" Georgina retorted, rolling her eyes.
"He just has to show up at the banquet. Say happy birthday. Micah’s family will take care of the rest," Mason replied, folding his arms in confidence.