CHAPTER 106 A CONFRONTATION 2

Yvonne got up and carried her bag. She then followed Henry. exclusive content.

She knew that she was going to meet Elliot with him.

She was reluctant, but he did not allow her any chance to reject him.

When they entered the elevator, Yvonne could not help but ask, "Where are we supposed to meet Mr. Taylor?"

"Grand Earl Hotel," Henry replied calmly.

Yvonne responded softly and spoke no more. The atmosphere soon became tense and stressful.

That kind of stress sustained itself all the way to the hotel. It dissipated slowly when they met Elliot.

"Mr. Lancaster, it's nice to meet you." Elliot smiled and stretched his hand out toward Henry. However, he

was peeking at Yvonne from the corner of his eyes.

Henry noticed that small action. A deep wrath soon engulfed him, and he was soon filled with an immense coldness.

"Mr. Taylor, nice to meet you too." Henry shook his hand.

When Henry grabbed Elliot's hand, he tightened his grasp gradually.

Elliot could feel Henry's strong force. He frowned slightly and smiled faintly at Henry. "Mr. Lancaster, you're indeed quite a warm man."

Elliot tightened his grasp on Henry's hand too.

Yvonne did not notice the secret fight between the two men. She just felt that they seemed rather strange.

But she could not tell what was wrong. She could only stand at the side and remain quiet.

After all, she was inferior to the two of them. She decided it was best for her to appear invisible and insignificant to them.

As she was having such thoughts, she lowered her head and stared at her shoes in a daze.

After a short while, she heard somebody addressing her.

She looked up and looked at Elliot. "Are you talking to me, Mr. Taylor?"

"Yes." Elliot used his handkerchief to wipe his hand as he smiled and said, "It’s been a while since I last met you, Miss Frey. You're much prettier than before."

Yvonne blushed deeply after being praised by Elliot all of a sudden. She was slightly embarrassed. "No, it’s not. You're exaggerating the facts."

"I didn't. It's true." Elliot winked his left eye at her.

Henry stepped forward and stood before Yvonne, blocking her from Elliot’s view. "Mr. Taylor, speaking like that to my wife in front of me is disrespectful." "Mr. Lancaster, what are you talking about now? When did I disrespect you? I was just praising Miss Frey. You should be proud of her." Elliot pretended not to agree with Henry. At the same time, he finished wiping his hand and folded the handkerchief nicely. Then, he put it back into his front pocket.

Elliot's action infuriated Henry. Henry too took out his handkerchief and wiped his hand clean gradually.

He did it in a much more detailed manner than Elliot. He wiped each and every finger carefully.

After that, he did not put away the handkerchief nicely in his pocket like Elliot. On the other hand, he rolled the handkerchief into a ball and threw it away directly. It appeared like the handkerchief was too dirty to be used anymore.

Elliot narrowed his eyes slightly. "What do you mean b y that, Mr. Lancaster?"

"Don’t you know it well, Mr. Taylor?" Henry looked up coldly. "You think that my hand is dirty, but I'm actually disgusted by your hand even more!"

Elliot's lips twitched slightly. Suddenly, he was tongue -tied.

At last, Yvonne realized that they were confronting each other. Although she knew not why they acted as such, she was afraid that they might get into a fight with each other. So she quickly spoke up, "Mr.

Lancaster, Mr. Taylor, aren’t you here to discuss the cooperation?" "Yes. I almost forgot about the business." Elliot smiled again. "Mr. Lancaster, why don’t we discuss it first?"

Henry made no response. He took a seat directly.

Elliot was not annoyed by Henry's behavior. He shrugged, pulled the seat across from Henry, and sat down.

Yvonne looked at Henry, then she turned to look at Elliot. At last, she sat beside Henry.

"Although we signed the contract the last time we met, we still have yet to discuss the details regarding our cooperation. I've sorted some of them out. Mr.

Lancaster, you can read through them first to see if you have any other suggestions to raise." Elliot put the document which he brought along on the table. Then, he pushed the document toward him.

Henry glanced at him coldly. Then, he took up the document and read through them.

When he was done reading, he pursed his thin lips slightly.

The details outlined in the document were too perfect. Almost all of the possible problems were considered and included. Henry did not have to raise any other suggestions.

"Mr. Lancaster, what do you think about them?" Elliot took a sip of the red wine and looked at Henry with a smile.

Clearly, he was showing himself off in front of Henry. I t was intentional.

Henry still ignored Elliot. He turned his gaze upon the woman beside him. "Pen!"

Yvonne quickly opened her office bag, took out a pen, and handed it to him.

Henry got the pen and signed his name on the document. Then, he pushed the document back to Elliot.

"Mr. Lancaster is indeed a man who makes quick decisions." Elliot looked at Henry's signature and raised one of his eyebrows inevitably.

That meeting was indeed smoother than what Elliot had imagined it would be.

"When are you going to transfer the funds into the shared bank account?" Henry returned the pen to Yvonne.

Elliot knew that the question was meant for him. He smiled and replied, "I'll do it whenever you do.”

"Fine. Let's do it now." As Henry said that, he sent a message to Joe.

There were a few creases on Elliot’s forehead. "Mr. Lancaster, you're indeed quite enthusiastic..."

He put down the glass of red wine. He could only use the phone to contact his assistant to make the transaction too.

After all, he promised Henry to do so just now. He could only go through with it.

Yvonne looked at them as they confronted each other harshly. She was quite puzzled about it.

She did not understand why they were competing with each other like that given that they held no resentment against each other.

As she was thinking about that, Yvonne bit her lower lip. "Mr. Taylor..."

"Miss Frey.” Elliot looked toward her.

At the same time, Henry narrowed his eyes and stared at her too.

Usually, Yvonne was deeply stressed when Henry stared at her like that. Now she was getting that kind o f scrutinizing stare from two people. She was extremely uncomfortable about it.

"Mr. Taylor, I heard from Mr. Lancaster that you wanted me to come to the meeting too. May I know if there's anything you want to discuss with me?” She endured the great tension and raised her doubt.

It was also the one thing Henry was most curious about.

He rubbed his thumb against his hand slightly. He then pursed his thin lips and waited for Elliot’s answer.

Elliot laughed softly, and his eyes smiled too. The smile changed his facial expression that even the mole below his eye became rather attractive as well. H e was indeed outrageously seductive and charming.

"I don’t have anything important. Just that it’s been a while since I last met you, Miss Frey. So my intention i s only to meet you."

"Is that all?" Yvonne was slightly shocked.

Elliot nodded. "Yes. Actually, I want to contact you by myself, but I don’t have your contact number. Why don't we save each other’s contact numbers from now on?"

He took up his phone beside him and shook it in front of her. 1

"This..." Yvonne looked at Henry awkwardly. "I don't think so..."

In fact, she did not forget about Henry’s warning, asking her to stay away from the other men.

Henry's facial expression was deeply unpleasant. He fixed his eyes on Elliot. "Mr. Taylor, what do you mean you want my wife's contact number?"

Indeed, Elliot held those kinds of thoughts toward Yvonne.

Not only did Elliot claim that he wanted to meet Yvonne in front of Henry, but Elliot also asked her for her contact number too. Obviously, Elliot was challenging Henry. It appeared as if Elliot wanted to snatch Yvonne away from Henry. 1

Did Elliot hold no respect for Henry?

Henry clenched both of his fists tightly when he thought about that.

Elliot pretended not to notice the wrath in him. He leaned his head against his hand lazily and replied, "I don't mean anything. I'm just Miss Frey’s friend. It's not wrong for friends to have each other's contacts, right?’’

Then, he prepared to dial her number using his phone. "Miss Frey, what’s your contact number? Let me give you a call."

He seemed to want to force it out of her no matter what. Clearly, he would not give up easily if he did not get her contact number. 3

Yvonne put her hand under the table. Then, she pulled at the hem of Henry’s clothes, asking for his help." Henry..."