Never See You Again

Sergio said abruptly, his own words leaving him stunned. Why did he ask to stop the car?

Larry had already parked the car to the side. "Do you want to bring Madam with you, Mr. Brooks?"

Sergio remained silent.

Larry asked again, "Should I give Madam a call?"

Sergio looked up and gave Larry a cold look, the latter immediately shutting up.

At the entrance of Amenam University, Tiffany was the first to spot Sergio's luxury car. She nudged Clara." Clara, isn't that your boyfriend's car? Is he here to pick you up?" Clara recognized the license plate number and blushed upon hearing Tiffany's words.

Jenny pouted jealously. "Would you look at that? Your boyfriend is here to pick you up. And you said your were going to eat with us. You'll have to treat us next time!"/ "Don't tease me. I'll leave now. You guys go ahead." Clara skipped over.

It had been a long time since Sergio looked for her. Clara knocked on the rear window, and Larry rolled it down. When he saw Clara, a flicker of disappointment crossed Sergio's face. "What brings you here, Mr. Brooks? Are you here for me?" Clara's face was filled with anticipation.

Sergio said faintly, "Just get in."

Clara got in. She observed Sergio's displeased expression and assumed he wasn't in a good mood today.

Sergio ordered, "Drive."

"Yes, Mr. Brooks." Larry nodded.

In the car, Sergio remained silent, but Clara was used to it. Sergio was never good at expressing himself. But this was the first time he looked for her without a warning.

"Do you have to attend a banquet?" Clara was used to accompanying Sergio to banquets.

"Yes." Sergio gave a curt nod.

"Shouldn't I go change into something nicer?" Clara pouted at her outfit.

"No need for that." Sergio seemed absent-minded.

Seeing that Sergio didn't want to talk, Clara decided to keep silent.

Once they arrived at Seasons Hotel, Clara hooked her arm around Sergio's and said shyly, "Is it okay for

me to dress like this?"

"You've been here so many times. You should be used to it by now." Sergio huffed.

Hearing Sergio's cold response, Clara dared not speak further.

The private suite was at the far end, and Sergio was the last to arrive. After he entered, the others stood up to greet him. Clara also unconsciously straightened up beside Sergio, enjoying the praises thrown her

way.

"The seafood here is good! You have to try it! But I heard their steak is good too! Especially the sides!" Charlie's voice came from the other end of the corridor.

Sergio froze in his step. But unfortunately, the door closed behind him, and he couldn't hear the rest of

the conversation.

"Mr. Brooks?" Clara called out to him softly.

Sergio snapped back to his senses and calmly took his seat.

He had overthought it. Maeve couldn't possibly be here.