I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 847

Chapter 847 Are You Trying to Find Someone to Beat Me Up?

Daniel was on his way to buy breakfast when he happened to run into Aidan returning with breakfast. The two of them met at the entrance.

Daniel greeted calmly, "Good morning, President Pearson."

Aidan commented, "You're fast."

Daniel raised an eyebrow and modestly said, "I'm still not that bad, compared to your speed."

Aidan sneered and ignored him. Daniel looked at Aidan's breakfast and casually put his hand on his waist. "President Pearson, you bought so much. Can you finish it all? Why don't you give me some?"

Aidan pressed the password code to open the door. "Go buy it yourself."

With a bang, the door closed. A speechless Daniel was left alone.

When Aidan returned, Leanna had already finished washing up and was drinking water in the dining room.

She looked at him and asked, "Who were you talking to by the door?"

"A beggar."

She could not follow, so he explained more clearly, "Daniel. He asked me to share breakfast with him, but I didn't give him any."

Now, it was her turn to become speechless. That metaphor is just... perfect.

He placed the breakfast on the table, whereas Leanna said, "There's quite a lot. We can't finish it all. I'll take some to Zoe."

This time, he didn't oppose as he nodded.

Leanna found that strange and asked as she took the breakfast, "Why didn't you just give it to Daniel yourself?"

"I bought it. Why should I let him take advantage of me? Let him buy it himself. He should be downstairs by now."

She finally understood. She took the breakfast and knocked on the door next door. However, there was no response for a while. Zoe was probably sleeping

Leanna entered the password and walked in, looking at the open bedroom door. "Zoe, I brought breakfast for you. Call Daniel and tell him not to buy anymore."

Zoe ran out of the bedroom barefooted. Her cheeks were slightly red as she stuttered, "Nana, w-why are y-you here?"

Leanna replied, "I brought you breakfast. Inform Daniel for me. I didn't bring my phone."

Zoe tentatively asked, "How did you know he was here?"

"Aidan ran into him when he came back with breakfast."

Zoe fell silent. Leanna turned her head and looked at Zoe, who looked tired and kept yawning. "Get some breakfast and take a nap before going to the studio later."

Zoe immediately snapped out of it. "No! I'm not tired at all. I can go to the studio after eating."

She spoke aloud as if afraid that Leanna would assume that she was exhausted because of something last night. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Even if she didn't want to admit it, the mess in the living room and the traces on her body had already given the game away.

Leanna smiled and switched the topic. "I'll go now. Eat it before it's cold. Remember to call Daniel and tell him not to buy too much."

Zoe nodded. "Got it."

When Daniel received a call from Zoe, he was already making his order at a breakfast shop. After hanging up the phone, he fell silent for a few seconds. "Sorry, I would like to cancel my owner."

The owner's friendly gaze instantly turned to an unfriendly one as he put down the soy milk in his hand.

Daniel coughed wryly and apologized again before making himself scarce.

...

In the afternoon, Zoe and Leanna, who had nothing to do, went to check out the new studio. Zoe couldn't help but exclaim, "I saw the photos you sent me and thought it was big enough, but I didn't expect it to be twice as big as I imagined!"

Leanna guided, "There's more upstairs. I've seen it. We can have two photography rooms."

"Really?" Zoe's eyes lit up. Everyone knew how cramped the current studio was. She had been yearning for a bigger one for a long time.

Leanna nodded. "Let's go upstairs and take a look."

Along their way upstairs, Zoe said, "I never dreamed that I would have the opportunity to open a studio in a place like this. When I first started in this industry, I thought it was already great to be able to establish a studio. I never thought this far before."

Leanna could relate to that. "I felt the same way yesterday."

Zoe added, "After all, we have come a long way. I wouldn't have done it without you."

"What are you saying? This is the result of our joint efforts."

Zoe chuckled, "We have finally fulfilled our promise to get rich together!"

Looking out of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor, they watched the long commercial street. The view was broader than that of at night.

The natural lighting was sufficient. The warm sunlight cascaded through the window, covering almost everything.

Zoe asked, "Should we settle down here?"

Leanna shared the same notion. "I'll call the agent to come so that we can sign the contract."

When they were clinching the contract, Freddie somehow heard the news and came over to join in the happy occasion.

He was wearing a well-fitted suit with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. His pen came with a logo of a law firm.

Freddie looked at the contract, whereas the agent was trembling next to him. The latter was afraid that there might be a problem with the contract.

Fortunately, Freddie only found a few small loopholes, which could be amended in a supplementary agreement.

The agent called the other party to confirm, and they agreed. The ten-year contract was signed by both parties in no time.

After the agent left, Leanna asked Freddie, "Why are you here?"

He put away his pen, "As a 'partner' of your studio, it's natural for me to attend such an important occasion."

Zoe was puzzled. "Since when are you one of us?"

Freddie elucidated, "Would all the publicity, promotion, advertising, and operations go so smoothly without me?"

Zoe couldn't refute that. Without him, they really couldn't have done all these things.

Freddie scanned around and complimented with satisfaction, "This place is chosen well. With some renovations, it will be eye-catching."

Zoe pointed outside. "Isn't it bright enough already?"

He was at a loss for words. Leanna chimed in, "Alright. If you have something to say, fire away."

Freddie was a carefree man. He wouldn't come here if there was nothing important. Now that they had seen through his intentions, Freddie pushed his glasses up his nose. "That reporter from Highside Daily—Ms. Lambert—do you know her? Is she trying to find someone to dig up dirt on me? Otherwise, why does she keep blocking me and not saying anything?"

The ladies were speechless.