Elara Don: "..."
What is he talking about?
Driving like he's piloting a spaceship, almost hitting people, and yet he claims she's trying to grab his attention with tactics?
How narcissistic can this person be?
Elara chuckled, walked up to Damon Hawke, raised her chin high, and sized him up and down: "Sir, do you think you're money? Loved by everyone? To me, you're just one nose and two eyes, as ordinary as can be! Narcissism is an illness, it needs treatment! See, there's a hospital over there, when you're free, go register at the psychiatry department!"
Unlucky for her, encountering a narcissist just after returning home.
She wouldn't stoop to his level!
Elara tucked her hair behind her ear, ignoring his handsome but stormy face, and prepared to leave.
However, perhaps due to being away from home for a long time, she wasn't used to the roads here, and she suddenly stumbled forward.
Not deviating in the slightest, she fell directly into Damon Hawke's arms.
Oh dear!
This is so embarrassing!
Elara's pretty face blushed, her jade-like fingertips feeling the firm muscles of the man's chest, taking a deep breath.
A faint tobacco scent mixed with a fresh mint aroma instantly wafted up her nose.
Clean, cool, yet inexplicably familiar!
Elara's mind froze for a moment.
Four years ago, the strange man she spent a night with had this scent too!
Could it be him?
"You..."
"And you say you're not trying everything to catch my attention? Miss, a woman should have self-respect!"
Damon Hawke pushed the dazed Elara Don away, the distaste between his tightly knitted brows increased.
His slender fingers pulled out a wet tissue from his pocket, wiped each finger clean, and threw it directly into the trash can by the roadside.
The disdain was obvious.
Elara snapped back to reality, met the man's cold, disdainful eyes, and almost laughed in anger.
She lacks self-respect?
Isn't he the one too narcissistic!
What a nutcase!
She couldn't be bothered to deal with him!
Elara swallowed back her question, gave him a fierce glare, and stormed off.
Damon Hawke's handsome jawline tightened, turning his head to look at the roadside greenery, he said coldly: "Seen enough? Not coming out yet?"
With a rustling sound, a small figure stood up from behind the greenery.
A black mask covered his face, only his dark, bright eyes, shifting from Elara Don's direction, slowly landed on Damon Hawke's face.
"Young Master, finally found you."
The bodyguard Ah Bin, who had rushed over by car, seemed to come back to life, ran over with an excited face, took the little guy's hand, and brought him in front of Damon Hawke.
After the young master went missing at the airport, the master immediately had the airport surveillance checked.
Then set off by car to search all the way, finally finding him here.
Luckily the young master was safe, or he would be doomed!
"Dominic Hawke, give me an explanation, why did you run off here alone?"
Damon Hawke looked down at the little one who only reached his calf, his handsome face clouded over.
Dominic Hawke remained silent, his glass-like big eyes staring straight ahead, no one knew what he was thinking.
"Speak! Why did you wander off?"
Damon Hawke, holding back his temper, squatted down to look directly at the little dumpling, and with his long fingers pulled off the mask from his face.
The little guy had a face as delicate as a porcelain doll, his features were so refined he looked like a doll.
But he was somewhat autistic, reluctant to talk or meet strangers, he required wearing a mask when going out...
Such a headache!
Dominic Hawke looked at his father, still silent, only his small arms wrapped around Damon Hawke's neck.
The scent of milk wafted in, Damon Hawke sighed inwardly, the chill around him slightly dissipated as he stood up and held the boy in his arms.
"Dominic Hawke, if you didn't want to pick up your mommy, you could have told me earlier, next time don't wander off like this, got it?"
Today his fiancée, also his son's biological mother, returned to the country.
She wanted him and their son to pick her up from the airport.
He had sought his son's opinion, the son didn't disagree.
Unexpectedly...
No one knew why, but his son was never close to his biological mother!
Dominic Hawke pursed his small lips as he got into the car, his gaze landed on the apartment building outside the car window, his dark eyes fixed.
Mommy should be like that auntie just now!
...
The next day.
Blue Mountain Apartments.
Elara Don changed her shoes as she advised her son: "Tang Bao, don't run around at home! There's food in the fridge, if you're hungry, just take it out and heat it in the microwave, got it?"
She had to go to work today to earn milk money for her son!
Fortunately, the little guy was exceptionally smart and sensible, able to take care of himself since he was three.
She didn't need to worry much at all.
"Mommy, don't worry! Come back early from work! If anyone bullies you, make sure to tell me when you come back, and I'll get a bug to take care of them!"
Harry Soo held up a small bottle containing insects and reminded Elara Don.
This kid, he's been a bug enthusiast since he was little.
Will he become a scientist in the future?
Elara let out a light laugh, crouched down, kissed the little guy's cheek, and reminded him a few more times before heading out.
She took a cab to the bustling business district and looked up at the majestic building before her, the words 'Hawke Group' shining under the sunlight, taking a deep breath.
Four years ago, she was only 19, forced to go far from home, with no completed education.
Over the four years, relying on her sensitivity and appreciation for scents, she taught herself and became a perfumer.
Employed by Ryan Fragrance Company in Country F.
This time, Ryan Fragrance Company and Hawke Group had a technical cooperation, and the two companies would work together to develop custom perfumes in the future, so the company sent her to conduct business with Hawke Group.
Elara looked at the grand entrance of the group, adjusted her not-so-messy outfit, and pushed the door open.
"Hello, I'm Charlotte Soo from Ryan Fragrance Company, and I have an appointment with your technical director, Ethan Lane."
Elara went up to the reception, introducing herself to the receptionist.
That's right.
In Country F, her English name was now Charlotte Soo, not Elara Don.
Because she was afraid someone might harm her and her child, she directly changed her name after going abroad four years ago.
"Hello, Miss Soo, please wait a moment, Director Lane will be here soon."
The receptionist greeted Elara with a smile while there was a commotion at the entrance.
Several people walked in from outside.
"President Hawke is here."
"Good morning, President Hawke."
"..."
The employees in the lobby all stopped and respectfully greeted the newcomers.
Elara turned around to look and saw several men striding in.
Among them was a man in a perfectly tailored suit, exuding an aura of authority that kept people at a distance.
His features were handsome yet unsmiling.
It was him!
"Good morning, President Hawke, Director Lane! This is Miss Charlotte Soo from Ryan Fragrance Company, she has an appointment with Director Lane."
The receptionist quickly greeted both as she saw Ethan Lane accompanying Damon Hawke.
Ethan Lane stopped, his gaze falling on Elara, a flash of admiration in his eyes!
"You're Charlotte Soo? The perfumer sent by Ryan Fragrance Company?"
So beautiful!
Her shoulder-length black hair was undefiled by dust.
With radiant eyes and pearly white teeth, she appeared fresh and elegant.
Her waist-fitted business suit made her look even more like a career woman.
"Hello, Director Lane, I'm Charlotte Soo."
Elara slightly nodded to Ethan Lane, smiling as she extended her hand.
"Welcome, welcome."
Ethan Lane hurriedly took Elara's hand, introducing her to the side.
"President Hawke, let me introduce, this is..."
"I'm not deaf."
Damon Hawke's face was arrogant, his gaze settled on Elara, his eyes contemplative.
This lovesick-like woman was the perfumer sent by Ryan Fragrance Company?
Could she handle it?