I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 652 How Do You Remember More

Freya raised an eyebrow and flicked the ashes off the end of her cigarette. "You're not wrong, Mr. Frost. You and

Aidan are simply two sides of the same coin. However—"

"However, what?" Theodore asked.

"You, on the other hand, are the worthless one while he is covered in gold." Before he could burst out in rage, she

continued, "Oh, don't be angry, Mr. Frost. I'm not putting you down. I merely think you vastly underestimate Aidan.

Since you want the Pearson Group's project, you should be prepared, right? I promise our collaboration will greatly

benefit you."

He briefly narrowed his eyes at her before stating, "I am amenable to the collaboration, but I have two conditions."

"Speak."

"I want 70% of all profits."

Freya smiled in response. "That will not be a problem. What's your second condition?"

"I want to meet your boss," Theodore declared.

After hearing that, her smile froze before slowly slipping off her face.

Then, he lightly tapped the desk with his pen. "Well? We're going to be working together. Does your superior still not

plan on meeting me in person?"

"It's nothing like that; his identity is simply quite distinct. Meeting you in person would only cause you unnecessary

trouble."

"I'm not a coward who has never been through challenges." Theodore then put his pen down and leaned back in his

chair. "If you can't even show a smidgeon of sincerity, we have no reason to work together. I'm sure I could round

up some more honest and reliable collaborators to work with."

Hearing that, Freya snuffed out her cigarette. "Okay. I understand. I'll convey your message."

"I'll be waiting to hear from you."

After that, she left the office and returned to the hotel.

"What did he say?" Joseph asked.

"He wants to meet with you, or he won't agree to work with us," Freya replied.

He smirked and stated, "He is very good at ensuring he has a way out of the deal."

"Would you meet with him?"

Then, he sat down on the couch. "I remember he has a private jewelry gallery, right?"

After hearing that, she lit a cigar. "I think so. His mother loved jewelry and had quite a huge collection before her

death. That collection was placed in his private jewelry gallery after she died."

"Tell him to open the gallery to the public and invite people worldwide to visit it, including the jewelry designers."

"You're—"

"Both Aidan and Leanna are too cautious. Charlotte is with them, so the average way of approaching her would

only make them suspicious. In that case, we have to create our own opportunities. If we keep waiting for news from

their side, we might be waiting forever."

"Very well. I understand. I'll pass the reply to Theodore now."

Theodore was in a bad mood for a long time when he heard their request to open up his personal collection to the

public and invite all the jewelry designers. After weighing the pros and cons of the partnership, he reluctantly

agreed to the request. After that, he ordered his subordinates to handle the matter.

Three days later, Leanna received an invitation.

Zoe leaned in close and asked, "What is it?"

Then, Leanna read the invitation. "A private collector is opening his collection to the public. From how the invitation

is worded, he must have also invited many designers."

"How can that be? Is it for charity?" Zoe asked.

On the other hand, Charlotte, who was sipping her cup of bubble tea nearby, commented, "Some wealthy people

are exactly like that. They like to show off some of their possessions and brag about them when bored. This helps

them feel better about themselves and satisfies their ego."

"Why do you know so much?"

"My dad did it before. He frequently invited all the men he knew to view his private collection of antiques and

famous artworks. Our basement was filled with his collection."

After hearing that, Leanna was rendered speechless.

Zoe was speechless as well. How wonderful it is to be wealthy; having wealth ensures one can enjoy life to the

fullest. Then, she asked, "Will you be going, Nana?"

"I haven't made up my mind." Leanna had recently run out of inspiration for her designs. She was starting to realize

she did not know what she was drawing. Suddenly, there was a chance to view a private collection of jewelry that

contained a few of the existing legendary jewelry pieces. As a jewelry designer, she was inevitably enticed by the

opportunity to see the collection up close.

Nonetheless, Zoe could tell what she was thinking. "Just go. You must be bored of sitting around all day here. It will

be nice for you to go out for some fresh air. A change in mindset would be good."

Leanna took a quick glance at the time written on the invitation. She saw that the event was scheduled for

Saturday, the day after tomorrow. Afterward, she nodded. "Very well."

Charlotte's eyes went wide with yearning. "Can you bring me with you?"

Leanna chuckled. "Okay. Let's go together."

"I won't be going with you," Zoe declared. "This little brat in me has been rather fussy lately. He's uncomfortable

with crowded places."

"Okay," Leanna said. "Have a good rest this weekend."

Later that evening, as she was getting in bed, Leanna told Aidan about the invitation.

He softly hummed in response. "Buy anything that catches your eye. I'll pay."

She smiled. "They are a private collector. Nothing will be for sale."

"That's because the price is not right. There's nothing in the world that money cannot do."

Leanna was rendered speechless by that. Yes, he's right. With money, you can make friends with anyone in the

world. Later, she closed her eyes. "I'm going to sleep now."

"Have you thought about where to go?" Aidan asked.

"Nope, but I still have time. Why the rush?"

However, her response left him bewildered. Then, Aidan silently thought about whether he had offended her. It was

a while before he eventually said, "It seems like you'll be on your period soon."

Leanna's eyes snapped open upon hearing that. "Why do you remember that more clearly than I do?

"That's because you get angry with me every time."

She silently stared at him.

Later, he slipped a hand into her clothes and softly said, "Let's cherish this time, honey."

Before Leanna could say a word, Aidan's lips covered hers. It was late at night when they were done.

After taking a shower, she sat at the desk but could not fall asleep.

So, he walked over to her. "The designer sent us images of two new designs based on your chosen dress. Which

one do you like more? If you don't like either of them, we can have her change her designs."

She shot him a look. "I now understand why so many people curse at you behind your back."

He silently stared at her upon hearing her statements.

"With a client like you, I would rather quit the industry," she continued.

Aidan leaned down and gripped her jaw as his dark eyes narrowed. "What are you saying?"

Leanna smiled in response. "It's a compliment." She then picked up the tablet. "Where are the designs? Show me.

To tell you the truth, after working for clients for so many years, it is a welcome change to finally be one of them."