Heart Hunting

Chapter 106

The morning gleams are warm in summer.

In Navi Company, Noel is in a good mood these days. In the early morning, he also bought a bunch of

champagne roses and intended to present Poppy. He comes to her office with a whistle. Knocking at

the door, he says, "Goddess, good morning!”

Without response for a while, he pushes the door open, puzzled. There is no one inside. Does his

goddess not come today?

He grabs the passing secretary and asks, "Doesn’t lawyer Poppy come today?”

"No.”

Noel is disappointed, looking at the roses, and leaves.

Back to his office, his assistant happens to deliver the information about Scout’s daughter to her. "Vice

president, this is Aly’s personal details.”

Noel looks at the document while a glimmer of joy sparks in his eyes. He finally has an excuse to visit

his goddess. Taking over the document, he pats the assistant’s shoulder. "Good job!”

He picks up the roses again and walks out with excitement.

The assistant is confused, looking at his departing figure. Where is the vice president going? Also,

holding roses?

Noel drives a slutty Lamborghini to her firm in a high-profile way with the document and flowers. He

walks to the reception and cast a wink at the receptionist. "Beauty, I’m here to visit lawyer Poppy.”

"Excuse me. May I have your name?” The receptionist looks at him with confuse—He wears a black

shirt, a bright blue suit, and a pink striped bowknot. This style…

"I’m the vice president of the Navi Company. I’m here to send the document Lawyer Poppy asks.” He

raises the paper bag in his hand.

The receptionist is startled. How awesome lawyer Poppy is. Even the vice president works for her!

After knowing his identity, she doesn’t hesitate to take him in.

Poppy sighs helplessly after seeing Noel. That is enough! He is like a sticker.

"What the hell…”

He cuts in before she finishes. "Goddess, I’m here to send the document.” He puts the document on

the desk, as well as the roses. "The flowers are a gift. Do you have a vase? Let me put them in?”

"This’s the vase.” She glances at the trash can next to her.

Noel covers his heart as if he has heartache. "Goddess, it’s my sincerity. How can you throw it away?”

"Didn’t I break your heart a long time ago?”

"Ruthless, women are so ruthless!” Noel points at her with a grievance. Suddenly, he sees a vase next

to the coffee table and walks over to replace the flowers.

After replacing with the roses, Noel throws the wilted flowers into the trash can with satisfaction. Then,

he returns to the desk, sits opposite her directly, and begins to talk, "Aly learned dancing since she was

a girl and joined a troupe after going abroad with her mother. She loves…”

Poppy glances at him impatiently. "I can read on my own!”

"I just want to discuss it with you. Unexpectedly, Scout has such a wonderful daughter, although she’s

the one with his ex-wife.” Noel is a chatterbox, not shutting up at all.

Poppy closes the document impatiently. "You’ve finished your job. Still not leaving?”

"I want to keep you company!” Noel looks at her gorgeous face and sighs secretly. If he could see her

face every day, he will feel content even if he doesn’t eat and have fun.

"I don’t need it. You’ll only distract me here. Leave!” Poppy orders him to leave coldly.

"Goddess, aren’t you too indifferent?” Noel feels heartbroken. He just wants to stay with his goddess

for a while. Why is it so difficult?

"You want me to call the guard?” Poppy puts on a false smile.

"Well… it’s unnecessary!”

Poppy said seriously, "You’re so noisy. I’ll go to court in a few days. Piss off, if you don’t want me to

lose it!”

She goes mad immediately. Noel knows she isn’t easy-going.

"Easy, easy, I go!” He leaves the office with a good temper. But he stops, when reaching the door, and

makes an encouraging posture like a child. "Goddess, I trust you!”

He winks at her by the way. However, Poppy doesn’t have time to pay attention to him, thus bending

her head and keeping reading the information.

Noel, being disgusted, leaves the firm and feels boring in his car. Since his goddess isn’t in his

company, he doesn’t want to go back, thinking about what he can do.

He taps the steering wheel gently and thinks of Ives.

"Great write, are you available?” Noel counts on him.

"I’m composing. Busy. Don’t bother me this week. See you! Beep, beep…” Ives hangs up directly after

he finishes.

Noel throws his phone away with frustration, shrugs and leans back. What’s going on? Even his best

friend dislikes him!

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In the Green Company, Bryant, sitting in the office, is studying the oil self-portrait Susan painted for

him. In her eyes, he is so mighty and brilliant. The man in the painting looks so energetic with

handsome brows and bright eyes, which beautifies his shortcomings in reality. Bryant is so delighted.

"Susan, I’ve received your oil painting.”

"Do you like it?” Susan asks in a light tone.

"I love it very much. It’s really good.” Hearing her voice, Bryant is blissful. She is gentle, sensible, and

talented, a hard-won lady.

"By the way, do you have a good time in there?” Last week, he had arranged a house in a coastal city

for her. They haven’t met for a while.

"Not bad. But I’m missing you very much at night, so I painted your portrait. You must hang it in the

office and watch it every day!” Susan has a sweet voice. He thinks Susan admires him more recently,

probably because they have a stronger bond.

"Okay, okay, I’ll hang it in the office. Take care of yourself. Call me at any time.”

"Alright.”

Bryant watches the calendar. "I’ll come to see you next week. Wait for me.”

"OK.”

After hanging up the phone, Bryant looks at the painting and loves it more. Most importantly, he is

beautified. He is so into this kind of lady, sweet, considerate but not arrogant.

However, an unwanted guest comes at this wonderful moment. Hilda doesn’t knock on the door as

usual and goes straight in.

Bryant, who is fascinated about the painting, doesn’t realize something has come in. Hilda is sensitive.

She moves over, looks at the oil painting which she hasn’t seen before, and asks, "Who sent it?”

Hearing her voice, Bryant suddenly realizes she’s here, with a panic in his eyes. He calms down at

once. "An old friend sent me.”

"An old friend?” Hilda ponders the keywords carefully and feels something is wrong. She continues,

"Which old friend?”

Bryant replies indifferently, "You don’t know him.” He wants to put it away so that this old witch will stop

questioning.

"I know all your old friends, expect those uneducated rural guys. Can they draw an oil painting?”

She grabs the painting and studies it carefully, feeling he is hiding something.

"Give it back!” He moves forward to take it back. Seeing this, Hilda feels more suspicious. She turns it

over and finds a signature—XT.

She points at the name and questions, "Who’s XT?”

"Which of your old friend is called XT?”

"Say!”

Bombarded with questions, Bryant almost fails to lie. "I don’t know. He just sent it. Who knows the

painter?”

Of course, he knows XT, Susan’s stage name. Luckily, she isn’t popular in her field, and Hilda can’t find

it.

He looks sort of guilty and grabs it back. "It’s just a painting. Why are you so irritated?”

Hilda is enraged. She grabs it back, throws it to the ground and steps on it crazily. "You can’t explain it, NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

which means you’re lying. It must be painted by a woman. XT is a woman, right?”

Watching Susan’s effort is ruined, Bryant sighs with guilty. "Hilda, can you be normal?”

"What? What’s wrong with me?” She pokes his chest. "You must have a mistress. Otherwise, you won’t

care about it so much.”

Stepping it can’t make her feel better, so she picks it up and tears it into pieces.

"Slut, I’ll ruin every piece you draw. Bryant, you’d better pray I won’t find out who she is. Otherwise, I’ll

kill her!” Hilda leaves the words in a huff. She’ll definitely do everything she says.

"Nonsense. I don’t have a mistress. Don’t be so suspicious.” Bryant scowls, but he won’t tell her.

"I’m suspicious? You were a married man and you chased after me before. Now, you have utilized me

and want to kick me off?” Hilda grabs his collar and fumes, "What are the consequences of dumping

me? Have you ever thought about it?”

"I said I don’t have a mistress. We’re in the office, not a place for a fight!” Bryant pushes her away and

feels very uncomfortable when he sees the pieces.

"Humph, you just keep lying. If it wasn’t for me, you would have had a poor life with your damn ex-wife.

I give you all this glory and wealth!”

Their fight frightens the staff outside. Although the office is soundproof, they can still hear some of the

conversations.

They look at each other and don’t dare to discuss, afraid the quarreling couple will come out suddenly.

But it’s nothing new since their president’s wife is like a vixen and they always have a fight.

In the end, Hilda finally vents the anger until she throws all files to the ground. She points at Bryant,

who is standing beside her in a daze, and warns him, "In short, you’d better pray that I won’t find out

you have an affair. Otherwise…”

The door shuts with a bang. Calm descends on the office.

Bryant looks at the office in a mess miserably. Feeling annoyed but helpless, he flops into the seat.

Hilda’s word reminds me of the goodness of Noomy.

Twenty years ago, her frown and her smile were enough to make him fascinated. She was gentle and

virtuous, his childhood sweetheart. How awful he was to have a greedy heart!

Hilda is nothing compared to Noomy’s goodness. What if he didn’t do it for his future…

He closes his eyes desolately and sighs. He owes them. If it wasn’t for himself, Poppy would have

appeared.

Bryant suddenly opens his eyes and sits up to check the calendar from the messy floor. It happens to

be the death anniversary of Noomy.