NOVPUBChapter 1258: 571 Impermanence_3 Chapter 1258: 571 Impermanence_3 It seems a change is coming to Pethkids.
“This camphor tree is still so lush and flourishing.”
From a distance, Damian Benz heard Digby Hart’s sigh and walked over with a laugh, “Is Mr.
Hart feeling sentimental because of this?”
With his hands behind his back, Digby Hart gazed at the towering tree, almost blocking out the sun, “Nineteen years ago, it was a young lady, but now, it behaves like a confident strong adult.”
Damian Benz raised his eyebrows, remembering the banquet held nineteen years ago.
He was present as it was his first time taking over the hotel business of his group.
Digby Hart was then an unnoticed entrepreneur.
But now, Damian Benz shook his head, times have changed and people have too.
...
It wasn’t clear who Digby Hart was reminiscing about.
“Mr.
Hart, here’s the guest list for tonight’s banquet.
Please have a look.
Following your instruction, we’ve bolstered the security to ensure a smooth running of the event.”
Digby Hart glanced at it lightly: “I trust you.”
“Thank you for your trust, Mr.
Hart.
I hope for future opportunities to work together.”
“I heard you referring to an event from nineteen years ago.
Did that banquet leave a profound impact on you?”
Digby Hart’s fingers subconsciously brushed against each other as he looked at the setting sun, his eyes filled with nostalgia.
“Of course, this is your private matter, Mr.
Hart, I don’t mean to pry.”
“There’s nothing to hide, it’s all old stories.
At that banquet, I heard that many investors were present.
With my status then, I wasn’t qualified to attend such an upscale event.
It was through a friend that I managed to get involved and through that, I met Mr.
Drake.”
Damian Benz’s heart leapt, and he smiled cautiously: “Ah, Mr.
Drake, he was a good man indeed.
I can still recall his smile and deportment.
Although young, he had an extraordinary demeanor, was generous with others, and humble.
It’s a pity…, If he were still alive, perhaps Pethkids would be better.”
Digby Hart walked over and gently stroked the rough, wrinkled trunk, as tender as caressing a lover.
Here too, he came across a beauty that was unforgettable and affected his entire life.
She smiled under the tree, a stunning glance, enough for him to remember for a lifetime.
Digby Hart suddenly furrowed his brow as some chaotic images flashed through his mind, making him feel dizzy.
He leaned against the tree trunk to keep from falling.
Damian Benz immediately stepped forward: “Mr.
Hart, are you alright?”
Digby Hart looked a bit pale and said with a stern voice, “I’m fine.”
His whitish fingers tightly gripped the wrinkled bark, grinding it until blood seeped out, seemingly unaware of it.
It was a very humiliating memory for him.
Hidden deep in his memory, today it surged against the tide in response to his rising mood.
Digby Hart closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forcefully suppressed the surge.
“Sir, it’s almost time, Ms.
Aubree is coming soon.” Lorcan Hart came over and said.
Digby Hart opened his eyes, his eyes clear and calm.
He readjusted his collar and tie, turned around, and walked away, heading toward his golden avenue.
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In the car, the makeup artist was giving Aubree her blush, creating a stunning effect.
With natural makeup done well, her cheeks had a bare hint of blush, looking like the most alluring peach blossom in the spring garden, eclipsing everything else.
Dallyn smiled and said, “Mr.
McKay, look!”
Agave Rinto, who was checking the stock market on his tablet, casually looked up.
This time, it felt like time had stopped.
He was captivated.
Dallyn stifled a giggle, having seen Mr.
McKay entranced by the beauty of Mistress Aubree.
The makeup artist was about to apply mascara to Aubree, but was declined.
The artist could only sheepishly step aside.
Aubree seemed unaware of how beautiful she appeared in the eyes of others as she adjusted her dress.
The car stopped in front of the red carpet at the hotel’s entrance.
A hand reached out to Aubree.
The hand had distinct knuckles, a wide palm,It gave a strong sense of security.
Just as Aubree was about to extend her hand, her phone in the handbag rang suddenly.
The ringtone was abrupt and urgent.
Aubree moved her outstretched hand towards the handbag instead.
Agave Rinto arched his eyebrows, calmly retracting his hand.
Unsure of what the person on the phone said, but noticing Aubree’s slight frown, made him clench his fist.
It seemed like not a good day as so many upsetting things were happening.
Her frown made his heart sink.
He wished to hide her away, ensuring no one could see her beauty and no trouble could bother her.
In that moment, a crazy idea triggered in his mind that terrified even him.
So, he quietly lowered his gaze, an ironic smile tugging at the corner of his lips, revealing a touch of wickedness.
“Are you sure?” Aubree asked again, seeming to confirm the answer.
She sighed helplessly, “I get it.”
After ending the call, Aubree remained silent for a moment.
“What happened?” A gentle voice sounded next to her ear.
Aubree raised her hand to rub her forehead, and said in frustration, “Life is unpredictable…”
