Chapter 173
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At Jeremy’s side.
After leaving Stella’s office, Jeremy immediately received a call from Caius, who was on about the ring again.
Jeremy had flipped his mood too quickly yesterday, making Caius suspect whether the ring ended up with Kellan or not.
Jeremy asked, “Where are you right now?”
“At home. You coming over to deliver it?”
Deliver what? That ring was long gone, vanished into thin air. Was he expected to rummage through a landfill?
“I’ll be right there,” with those words, Jeremy hung up.
Half an hour later, Jeremy pulled up at Caius’s place, where Caius demanded, “Where’s the ring?”
“Get in the car.”
Caius questioned, “Where is my ring?”
Jeremy assured, “I’m taking you to it.”
Caius, now fuming with suspicion, thought Jeremy might have indeed given the ring to Kellan. Exasperatedly, he got into the car, ready to confront Jeremy if the ring wasn’t retrieved today. Caius was expecting to head to Kellan’s, but the route Jeremy took was unfamiliar.
“This isn’t the way to Kellan’s. Where are we going?”
“You’ll see soon enough.”
Caius said, “Did you sell my ring?”
Jeremy was at his wit’s end with Caius and preferred to keep silent.
After an hour’s drive, they stopped in front of a cozy-looking café, greeted politely by the server, “Mr. Patel.”
“Which room is Mr. Quinn in?”
The server’s expression stiffened at the words; he was clearly uncomfortable as he glanced at Jeremy.
Jeremy slipped a few bills towards the server, “No worries, I won’t make it hard for you.”
“I really couldn’t…”
The café, while serene on the outside, was well-known among its staff for its formidable owner, Ronald. Even the mention of his associate, Idris, was enough to instill fear. Their loyalty to Ronald was unshakeable. Overhearing the name “Mr. Quinn”, Caius was visibly shocked, pondering if it was the influential figure he was thinking of.
The server apologetically returned the money to Jeremy, “I’m so sorry, Mr. Patel.”
Jeremy knitted his brows, “Then I’ll find him myself.”
“That’s not possible.” The server blocked his path.
Jeremy’s glare intensified.
The server stated, “I can inform him for you, but you can’t just barge in.”
If they allowed that, the café staff knew there would be hell to pay.
Ronald was meeting someone today, with Idris present.
The server approached and relayed the message to Idris in a low voice, “Idris, Mr. Patel is here to see Mr. Quinn.”
Idris’s demeanor darkened upon hearing Jeremy was here. Glancing at Ronald, who was engaged in conversation with someone with gray hair, he instructed curtly, “Make him wait.”
Idris knew since Jeremy came here specially for a meeting, he wouldn’t leave resignedly.
The server nodded and left.
Taking a look at Ronald, Idris approached and informed, “Sir, Mr. Patel has arrived.” Ronald remained composed at his words, picking up his coffee cup and taking a sip.
His phone, lying on the rattan table, buzzed with a message.
He glanced at the phone; it was from Stella.
“What should I have for lunch, Ronald?” followed by a pitiful emoji.
Even through the screen, Ronald could sense Stella’s pleading demeanor.
Ignoring Idris, Ronald held his phone to reply to Stella.
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