When There Is Nothing Left But Love
Chapter 1301

Chapter 1301

Millie did not respond and turned to walk back up the stairs. After two steps, she paused. “I’m not usedto this,” she announced with a sideways glance.

After that abrupt reply, she quickened her pace and soon disappeared at the top of the stairs.

I was befuddled.

Not used to what? Our cuisine?

But we were having seafood. No matter which country you’re from, seafood is cooked in almost thesame way. There shouldn’t be much difference to its taste.

Perhaps she was too far from the table and thought that the dishes were all foreign cuisine that shewas not used to.

My thoughts were elsewhere when John suddenly stood up and obstructed my view. His solemn eyeswere trained onto me; they were stern yet gentle. “I agree to help you.”

“Really?” I was overjoyed. I didn’t expect John to change his mind so fast.

“Yeah,” he said without expression. I couldn’t decipher his emotions. He had a naturally cool-lookingface, and the lack of expression made him seem even more distant.

It didn’t feel right for me to act playful. Therefore, I composed myself and asked, “John, did you getmad because you think that I was too impulsive?”

John shook his head and sighed. Holding my gaze, he answered, “I was just feeling relieved.”

“Hmm?” I expressed my puzzlement.

“I always thought that you were obstinate and rash. You were impulsive like a man and always got hurtas a result. I felt that I needed to keep you safe at all times. But today, after seeing your secretary andlearning that you took precautions without us knowing; I know you have matured. As long as youunderstand how precious you are, what else would I be worried about?”

Matured. This was a very heavy word.

John’s words hit a soft spot in my heart. I felt a mix of emotions.

After a while, I caught on to that singular irregularity in his touching comment. I smacked his arm withall my might. “Who did you say was a man?”

“Me! I’m the man, alright? So, what do you want to do? I’ll see how I should cooperate with you.” Johnsaid with a laugh.

“It’s very simple!” I walked toward him and started dragging him up the stairs. “Today, let’s start with thecommon business knowledge about Pitcoin trading!”

The next day, John and I went straight to Trivett Corporation. John visited in his capacity as the generalmanager of Stovall Corporation, while I went as the second major shareholder of Fuller Corporation.

In the ever-changing corporate world, it was commonly agreed that the enemy of my enemy is myfriend. John was the mastermind who ensured that Mitchell Ziegler could not return to the country, andLouis was a natural barrier that blocked off profiteers. Despite these facts, Trivett Corporation did notrefuse to see us. Instead, they showed us to their reception room politely.

Herman Trivett had always been the leader of the Trivett family. They started in petroleum, then wentinto all sorts of investments, building up the massive wealth in the process. When the petroleumbusiness no longer worked out for them, they lost their main source of income and got into several

financial crises. It was Herman who kept turning the tides and saving the corporation, though theresults were not very satisfactory. However, ever since Pitcoin was introduced to the market, TrivettCorporation’s share prices soared, and the company’s net worth tripled.

By the time the secretary served us our third cup of coffee, John could no longer rein in his temper. Hestood up and kicked the potted plant in the corner of the room. Its leaves shook and fell all over theplace.

At that moment, the door opened from outside. The secretary led a middle-aged man in a burgundy suitinto the room.

The man sported a neat crew cut. Even though he looked like he was around Louis’ age, he had ahead full of black hair. The only giveaway was the wrinkles on his face which indicated his age. Thismust be Seth Trivett.

“Why so angry, Mr. Stovall?” Seth asked in the standard businessman tone while sitting down.

After he was seated, another young person entered the room unhurriedly at his own pace. Without anygreetings, he simply pulled the chair beside Seth further apart before sitting down. Looking at hisfeatures, this was definitely Herman, Seth Trivett’s son.

“John, didn’t your Uncle Louis teach you any manners? You come to my company for a visit and youdamage my property. What is the meaning of this?” Herman put down his phone and criticized Johnwith a long face.