Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn)
Chapter 228

Chapter 228

I felt a bit drowsy and didn't know when I fell asleep.

Liam's voice jolted me awake. "Evelyn, wake up."

Igroggily opened my eyes and looked around in confusion. It seemed we had stopped outside a formalwear store. I opened the car door and got out, "What are we doing here?"

"Did you forget? Liam's voice was a little loud and tinged with annoyance.

"Oh." It dawned on me that when be called, he mentioned meeting someone tonight. It seemed the destination was al

a banquet

Before long, we picked out a formal dress at the store and got my hair and makeup done. As we left the store, a black Bentley pulled up in front of me.

lam gestured for me to get in. I glanced at him. "You got a new car?"

Uh-huh." Liam checked the time and opened the door. "Hurry up; we're running late."

Once inside the car, he finally told me that he had expanded his team over the past two months, hiting new employees and a driver. He also mentioned that he lost a potential deal because he wasn't dressed appropriately and was driving a flashy car, so out of frustration, he splurged on this new vehicle.

Lian's storytelling was amusing, but I was just starting to grasp the challenges of entrepreneurship from his words.

Suddenly, I felt a wave of guilt wash over me.

He was the well-known Mr. Liam Tyler in Napel. He used to be someone who looked down on others and relished in flattery. Now, he was enduring all these hardships to start a business with me.

I should be sharing these burdens, yet here I was, wallowing in my own grievances and complaints. My throat felt oddly tight, and after coughing to clear it, I adjusted my mood and asked "Who are we meeting tonight? Do you have any information?"

"yes" When it came to business, Liam got straight to the point. "Our target tonight is a professor from Lakeshore University, David Mitchell.

"The higher ups want us to run Southcliff Shire into a traditional Napelian garden, like Amethyst Palace in ancient times, but it needs to meet modem Tequirements."

"We have trombice modem technology with our unique characteristics To put it simply, we need to excel in every aspect-motality, intellect, physical tness, aesthetics, and Labor, we can't afford to fall shout in any area.

to get involved in the Southcliff Shire project. However...

"Mr. Mitchell is a master in architecture and has designed many classic buildings, so I want him to paused "People say he has a peculiar temperament and is difficult to approach

"I spent quite a while tinding out that he would be attending

ng this banquet tonight, so I thought we could take a chance."

Liam was quite skilled in social situations; he could quickly befriend almost anyone he wanted. If he said Mr. Mitchell was hard to deal with, then he probably really was

sur, in my past life, I had met him once.

"Let's give it a try." As the car stopped, I lifted my dress and opened the door. Just as I stepped out, before I could linkams with Liam, I saw an elderly man accidentally bump into a socialite while holding a flower pot. Mud splattered onto her gown, and the socialite shrieked in anger, shoving the old man away. He stumbled backward a few steps. "Ali! Can't you watch where you're going? You've uned my dress!"

She then turned to the security guard, tuning "How can you let anyone in? Do you want me to get The socialite patted the duty spot on her dress you useless idiots are driving me insane! I can't take it!" et your manager to fire you?"

The elderly man steadied himself and apologized "I'm sorry, miss. How much is your dress worth? I'll compensate you-

"Compensate? For what?" Before he could finish, the socialite interrupted him, her foue and gaze filled with disdain. "Do you even have the money? A begga pretending to be a big shot!"