Love of Tomorrow

Chapter 331 Dylan, the Small Fry

At that moment, the waiter came just at the right time to serve Vania’s tiramisu. Hanson was one step ahead of Vania as he took the spoon first. “I’ll feed you.”

“Uhh…” She hesitated as she considered it as overkill. Drinking from the same cup of milk tea and wearing couple’s rings were sufficient to let Dylan get an idea of their relationship. Thus, they could actually forgo that, which was quite embarrassing to do.

However, she relented after noticing Hanson’s narrowing eyes. If he got angry because of her refusal, she would be the one easing his temper afterward. Hence, she would rather follow his wish right now than suffer later.

In the end, Vania opened her mouth while closing her eyes. Her compliance elicited a smile on Hanson’s face. “Good girl. Looks like I should give you a reward tonight.”

She almost choked on the cake when she heard that, for her intuitions were telling her that the reward wouldn’t be anything she’d imagined. She might even be taken advantage of.

Since Dylan was watching them, she smiled and nodded nonetheless. “Okay.”

Meanwhile, Dylan, the unwanted third wheel, was suffering from a toe-curling embarrassment.

Since his plea to Vania was in vain, he could only put his hope on Hanson now. “President Luke, I believe that there’s no bad blood between Jones Enterprise and Luke Corporation, which is why I don’t understand the reason behind your anger. So, I hope you will show mercy to us.”

Despite the resentment and hostility toward Hanson, begging for mercy was Dylan’s only choice.

His plea was ignored, unfortunately. Hanson did not spare Dylan a glance as he was busy feeding Vania dessert. Nevertheless, Dylan remained patient, albeit anxious.

It wasn’t until the plate was empty then did Hanson wipe his hands languidly. When he ‘realized’ that Dylan was still there, he asked, “Why are you standing here?”

That snarky question indicated how insignificant Dylan was to Hanson. Dylan was just a small fry, whose plea went unheeded to Hanson’s ears.

Clenching his hands into fists, Dylan felt his pride was being trampled by the insulting snub. How dare he ignore me? I’m the vice-president of Jones Enterprise!

Even so, he caved in immediately as Hanson’s piercing gaze was scorching his skin. After breathing a heavy sigh, he implored once again with his head hanging low. “President Luke, the Jones Enterprise will never go against your company in any way. Please let us off the hook this time.”

Hanson nodded. “Oh, what’s Jones Enterprise? What does it do?”

Like a secretary, Vania explained, “It’s a real estate business that was once ranked 23rd in Hammond.”

But presently, it would soon meet its dissolution and lose its ranking.

“So, a company like such does exist,” Hanson responded with sarcasm, as though Jones Enterprise was tantamount to naught in his eyes.

Dylan’s face was flushing red in fury, for Jones Enterprise had reigned supreme in the industry. Hanson’s languid yet disdainful comment was ticking on Dylan’s nerves.

Dylan’s hands formed a fist as he had the urge to punch Hanson in the face to teach him a lesson.