Chapter 441
The procurement operation advanced with an oddly effortless pace.
The inflated deal with ProTech Materials Depot was skillfully sidestepped, and the shipment from Lightwheel Technology reached the docks seamlessly, with both installation and testing unfolding without complications.
The cost disparity, reaching a colossal $26 million discreetly coursed through the meticulously engineered offshore channels orchestrated by Calvin and his crew. It lingered a single step away from being funneled into the concealed repositories they commanded,prepared to disappear entirely into their hands.
An unmistakable aura of "achievement" drifted through the corridors of Luminara Group.
To honor the triumphant delivery of the pivotal components for the NeuroCore Initiative, the executives of Luminara Group hosted an extravagant evening gala.
On the eve of the festivity, Hannah carried a thermal container packed with dishes crafted by Addie, the chef, and knocked on Vincent's door at the lower level.
Vincent appeared in a charcoal loungewear set, his hair dampened as though freshly rinsed. When his gaze met Hannah, a spark of surprise flickered,swiftly giving way to a teasing intrigue. Resting against the frame, he spoke with languid amusement. "Well, this is unexpected. What brings you here all of a sudden? Aren't you going to see the young stud?"
Dismissing the playful remark, Hannah shook the thermal container slightly, a faint curve on her lips."Mr. Jones, would you care to share this dinner with me?"
Vincent arched a brow, his stare holding on to her
features for several moments. He shifted aside to let her in, his tone low as he murmured, "Are you certain? Once you step in, it's not that easy to leave."
Acting as if she hadn't registered his words, Hannah strode in without pause. "Why does your home feel deserted? It's so lifeless." She moved toward the dining table, scanning the space.
Vincent shut the door behind them, trailing her, his words edged with implication. "Perhaps because no woman has ever made it feel otherwise."
Wordlessly, Hannah began arranging the elegant courses from the thermal container.
Seated opposite one another, they commenced eating in silence. A delicate strain lingered in the room, punctuated only by the faint sounds of cutlery.
After some time, Vincent laid his forkaside, his gaze weighty as it fixed on her. "Did you truly come just to dine with me?"
Hannah raised her head, meeting his eyes with calm
resolve. "Actually, I do have a favor to ask."
Vincent leaned closer, his voice a velvet whisper."Have you made your decision? You want the Luminara Group?"
Hannah shook her head, steering the conversation abruptly. "No. I want your bodyguards."
Vincent's expression hardened instantly. His brows knit together, his voice turning sharp, laced with restrained fury. "You're interested in my bodyguards?Which one? Is he better-looking or stronger than me?"
Momentarily stunned, Hannah realized he misunderstood, a faint glimmer of amusement flickering in her eyes. "I just want to borrow your bodyguards. Your bodyguards are exceptionally skilled, and that's the quality I value."
His clenched jaw eased slightly, though his stare stayed intense. "Why exactly do you need bodyguards?"
"For my safety," Hannah replied plainly.
"Alright." He agreed without hesitation.
"Thanks," Hannah said, rising to depart. "I'll head back now."
Vincent caught her wrist, his tone colored with concern. "I'm not finished. You may call on the bodyguards whenever required. I fear that impostor could target you."
Hannah saw the worry in his eyes, remained wordless for several beats, and then nodded lightly. "Alright."
Vincent still didn't let go, instead tightening his grasp,pulling her nearer. "Don't be so quick to leave.Finish your food. I won't try anything."
"No. Tomorrow's the company gala, and I must rest early." She tugged free from his hold at last.
With that, she wasted no time, striding to the door,opening it wide, and vanishing swiftly.
Vincent dragged a hand through his hair in agitation.
Just how fearful was this woman of him daring to make a move?