[Titanic] Ticket

Macy's is quite well-known in the United States, and even 100 years later it is still an evergreen tree in the industry. Lester opened the car door and looked around the building located at the intersection of Seventh Avenue and Broadway. Looking at the brand-new high-profile building, he deeply realized that the stocks in his hands were really not ordinary valuables.

"Be careful." Lester reached out his hand to help Rosalie, who was the last in line, out of the carriage. The young woman was holding up her skirt awkwardly, she didn't dare to touch Lester's hand——Carl stood there like a paranoid Staring hard - and that's when he left the damn American open over the North Atlantic.

"I can do it myself, thank you, Mr. Roland." Rosalie pursed her lips, and then jumped down from the door of the carriage, asking Lester to say, fortunately she was wearing a pair of thick-soled flat boots, otherwise this High enough for her to get herself into a downtown hospital.

Lester couldn't understand this strange persistence. Rosalie was much more reserved than Mary, knew the rules, and was content with her duties—it was hard to say whether the environment made people, she sometimes looked more like a step-in Elderly old man, if no one needs her, she can stay in one place for a whole day.

As soon as she walked into the door of Macy's department store, a petite woman in a business suit greeted her. Her appearance was amazingly beautiful, with thick smoky golden hair tied into a delicate bun at the back of her head, and beautiful roses on her cheeks. The color is blue, and there is a pair of blue eyes like a lake: "Mr. Hockley, Mr. Roland, welcome to Macy's, I am Clara, Mr. Strauss' personal assistant."

She greeted everyone politely, with a kind smile on her face, Lester shook hands with her, and keenly noticed that there was a mark on her slender finger that would have been produced by wearing rings for many years, Clara He smiled nonchalantly, and his eyes looked meaningful: "Your powers of observation are extraordinary—just divorced, I'm tired of spending my hard-earned salary every month on paying back a bad gambler .”

Lester smiled gently: "You are right, no one has to bear this—I mean, everyone can resist the injustice of fate."

Clara was amused by him, they walked up to the top floor, and the atmosphere was cheerful halfway, Carl's face was not very pretty - in fact, it was so gloomy that water dripped out, and the rain was about to come, he looked like he was about to ignore Everything happened—

"I said, even if it's only for 10 minutes, can you be a little more normal, Mr. Hockley? Don't be like a brat who can't get candy, notHalloween, ok?" Lester slowed down without a trace, icy The back of his hand touched Carl's fingers—he withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, which made the young man sigh helplessly. There was a fleeting trace of fatigue on his face, as if he was suffering from something he had endured. Gradually approaching the bottom line.

Carl felt his fingers burn slightly, and he took a quick look at Clara—she was concentrating on talking to Rosalie, and the two looked like old acquaintances—or maybe this overly shrewd Miss Secretary was just trying to get some useful information out of Rosalie's mouth. Carl couldn't control it. He turned his head away—with a force and determination that could break his neck, he opened his mouth viciously: "Don't go so far with her!" Nearly, she is definitely not a kind person."

"And what about Rosalie? Carl, don't think I didn't see those." Lester pointed to his head, his bright gray eyes quietly staring at the rich man with a strange expression—this embarrassment lasted for a long time. It didn't take long, and it quickly turned into a vaguely arrogant and taken-for-granted one.

"I have the right to ask you to keep a distance from them, you are my lover, remember?"

"Totally." Lester raised the corners of his lips coldly, as if he didn't want to say another word to him—not even a single word.

Clara opened the door of the office, and the young man standing behind the long oak table put down the receiver in his hand, swept them over with his eyes like a sharp sword, and then opened a not-so-obvious smile: "Victor Strauss, welcome to Macy's, everyone."

……

The meeting place was quickly changed to a rooftop greenhouse with a pleasant view, and Claire made coffee for them—it has to be said that the craftsmanship was wonderful. Lester held the cup contentedly, and leaned lazily on the swing chair woven with wisteria, It looks like a shaggy cat about to fall into a deep nap because it's had enough sun.

Karl glanced at him a little funny, but this was outside—especially since he didn't know anything about Victor Strauss, he didn't dare to make too intimate gestures at all, He could only turn his face to the young man who had been silent since Rosalie finished speaking: "Mr. Strauss, I hope you have fully understood the cause and effect."

Victor nodded: "Thank you."

Karl frowned. To be honest, he was not very satisfied with the attitude of the young Mr. Strauss.

Unmoved—and while it might be rude to say so, that's exactly what he'd seen from the young heir to a million-dollar company.Victor's expression was like a pool of calm stagnant water, as if neither the death of his parents nor the news of the transfer of some shares could make him feel a little bit emotional.

"Sir, I think we need to talk about those shares—"

Carl spoke patiently, but Victor interrupted him unceremoniously: "Here, it's yours."

He stood up. The American had a tall and muscular figure almost like a Viking, and the cover barely revealed a little light on the top of his head: "In three days, there will be a funeral."

Victor nodded to Carl and Lester, and said, "Sorry, go to the bathroom."

Karl shrugged his shoulders and signaled that he could do whatever he wanted, and when Victor's figure disappeared around the corner, he leaned over and whispered to Lester: "Did you see—he doesn't seem to care about Strauss at all?" The life and death of the couple. And those stocks, let me tell you, what is the purpose of our trip? Anyway, the funeral invitation will be sent to the White Cuckoo Manor sooner or later."

Lester glanced at him expressionlessly: "Carl, has anyone ever told you that you are an idiot with a negative EQ? Go to the bathroom, don't follow, don't force me to beat you."

The young man stood up and hurried away. Karl stared dumbfounded at the only remaining living person besides him: "...What's wrong with him? Of course not, who the hell dares to say that about a Hockley!"

Rosalie nodded shyly, expressing that she could not agree more with this statement.

……

The slender and emerald green stems and leaves of Dendrobium orchid hang down from the countertop, and the buds are slightly contained, looking like a lovely and bright lady.Lester washed his hands in the bathroom, lightly touched the wax-smooth and thick leaves, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You like it." Victor's voice came from behind him, a little hoarse than he had just said. "My mother took care of it—once."

Lester turned around: "Mr. Strauss Jr., I thought you—"

"Find an excuse to come out and cry?" Victor walked forward slowly, half leaning over to approach him—he was so strong, with a sense of pressure as heavy as a mountain, and those extremely pale moss green eyes— — which made his gaze hard and harsh.

Nothing is comfortable.

Lester propped his hands on the countertop, his back bent into a beautiful arc, with a lazy smile on his face: "Youaretearing, dullboy."

Victor subconsciously touched the corners of his eyes, but he quickly realized that he was being played by Lester, but instead of getting angry, he stepped back a little, allowing the young man enough to get rid of the uncomfortable posture.

Victor crossed his arms and stared at Lester with scrutiny: "Don't you find it strange?"

"For what? Just because you didn't cry so much that you could flood Manhattan after hearing the news of your parents' death?" Lester washed his hands again - when he pressed on the table just now, he clearly felt those tears. The greasy moss that grew from using it, said without raising his head, "If it's Karl, it's really possible—he will try to burn the White Star Company with anger, I bet. But not everyone is willing to be a dramaqueen, There's nothing wrong with you like this."

Victor lowered his eyes: "You like him."

Lester paused: "The topic jumped a little too fast, buddy, this is against the rules."

Victor hooked the corner of his mouth—it could hardly be called a smile, but it could be seen that his mood was not bad: "At Messi, I set the rules."

"Oh—that sounds like what you guys are saying," said Lester in a nasty drawl. "It makes me want to put you in a sack and sink you into the Hudson River." desires are at an all-time high.”

Victor raised his bushy eyebrows, probably because no one had ever said such a thing to him, he seemed a little interested, but Lester seemed determined not to make him feel better, he stood up straight, and finally put away After getting rid of the lazy and unserious expressions on his face, he looked at him seriously——

"I would like to discuss a business with you, Mr. Strauss."

……

It was nearly eight o'clock when Lester and Carl left Macy's, and Victor left them to have dinner at the Chinese restaurant on the corner of the street. Lester liked the vegetarian buns and braised pork there, and he stayed in the manor by the way. Lovejoy packed a copy with Catherine.

It was a chilly night in early spring. As soon as he walked out of the warm department store, Lester shrank his neck in fear of the cold. Before Carl could say yes, Victor took off his scarf and wrapped it around for him. neck.

The light lambswool still has the scent of Victor's usual perfume, which is warm and dry. Mr. Strauss straightened the soft fabrics for him, and then used the tone of suggesting a place to go for a picnic tomorrow Said: "Be my valentine, Lester, there's nothing good about Karl Hockley."

Lester hardly dared to turn his head to look at Carl's expression. This was the longest sentence Victor had said all day—and successfully used one sentence to blackmail Carl three times. Drive that pinprick rich man crazy.

Karl slammed the car door, the black roof was filled with a sense of anger that repelled people thousands of miles away in the night, fortunately he was not so angry that the driver turned around and left, didn't he?

Lester scratched his hair irritably, Victor put his hands in his pockets, and said expressionlessly: "Look, he's not as good as me anywhere."

"Pissoff, don't make such jokes, you will keep me from going out, let alone our business." Lester replied dryly.

Victor gave him a deep look: "Lester, don't let that idiot imprison you."

He turned around and went up the steps, and the bright neon lights hung from above his head, pulling out layers of black shadows on the uneven ground.

"Also, I never joke."