Socializing with Aurora Morales

The atmosphere at this meal was rather oppressive. Everyone secretly sized up Aurora Morales with their eyes. They all shared the same doubt. Wasn't Aurora Morales from the countryside? How could she have such profound knowledge of these things?

Aurora Morales hardly touched her chopsticks throughout the meal. When she got up to go to the restroom midway, Emma Turner followed her. After using the toilet, Aurora Morales found Emma Turner touching up her makeup in front of the mirror.

"It seems you're not just a pretty face." Emma Turner had noticed Aurora Morales since the first day she joined the company. At that time, Aurora Morales was even more low - key than she was now. She would sit in her chair all day long without talking to anyone.

"Thank you," Aurora Morales replied.

Emma Turner smiled softly. "They say beautiful women are prickly and hard to approach. But I don't know why I think Miss Aurora is particularly approachable. Especially towards men. It seems you're not picky."

The sound of gurgling water splashed onto Aurora Morales' hands. She lowered her eyes, and her expression was unclear. "Manager Emma, with the position you've attained, your vision shouldn't be so narrow. Do you really think that what you cherish is also a treasure to others?" Aurora Morales picked up a folded tissue and wiped her hands unhurriedly. Then she took out the hundred - thousand - yuan necklace from her pocket and threw it into the trash can along with the wet tissue.

Emma Turner's eyes slightly contracted. In her ears, Aurora Morales' arrogant voice rang out, "Don't worry. I don't look highly upon such things." For a moment, it was unclear whether she was referring to Lucas Bryant or the necklace. "But some people are still willing to bend down to pick up this 'treasure'." Aurora Morales smiled lightly and then turned to leave.

Emma Turner froze in place, her body trembling slightly. Only after the restroom door closed did she look around for a long time. Eventually, she reached her hand into the trash can.

Before Aurora Morales could return to the private room, she heard Lucas Bryant calling her. "Miss Aurora. There's a piano tour exhibition coming up, and I'd like to invite you to have a look." Aurora Morales' eyes fell on the invitation card he held out. The familiar name on it evoked some unforgettable memories. Sensing that Aurora Morales seemed distracted, Lucas Bryant pressed on. "This Leonard is a world - class pianist! He's extremely famous! And this national tour is his farewell to the stage. There might not be a chance to hear him play again in the future."

Aurora Morales met Lucas Bryant's expectant gaze. Just as she was about to decline, she caught a glimpse of Emma Turner hiding behind the wall from the corner of her eye. "Aren't you inviting your wife? It's better for a couple to attend this kind of exhibition together."

Afraid that Aurora Morales might misunderstand, Lucas Bryant quickly explained, "My wife doesn't have that kind of artistic sense at all! She's only focused on work all day long. When I talk to her about Leonard, she talks to me about the next day's projects. We just can't seem to see eye to eye. Unlike you, Miss Aurora, you know how to enjoy life."

Emma Turner gritted her teeth in anger. She never expected that her husband, with whom she had lived for so long, would speak of her like this in front of an outsider!

"I think Miss Aurora is quite interested in this piano exhibition. How about we..." Aurora Morales looked at Emma Turner's angry departing figure and interrupted the chattering man in front of her coldly, "I am interested, but not in you."

"What do you mean by that, Miss Aurora?"

"You know very well."

"Miss Aurora, don't misunderstand. I don't have any other intentions. I just simply want to invite you to listen to some music..."

"No, thank you." With that, Aurora Morales turned and left.

She hailed a taxi at the entrance of the Azure Pavilion but didn't leave immediately. Instead, she sat quietly in the car. About an hour later, she saw two familiar figures coming out. As if sensing something, Ricardo Vargas glanced in the direction of the car where Aurora Morales was sitting.

"Brother, what are you looking at?" A slightly childish voice of a young man sounded. He raised his hand and then put it down. His brother was extremely clean - freak, and he didn't dare to touch him.

"Nothing." Ricardo Vargas retracted his gaze. "Now that you've decided to start a company, you should be serious about it. Don't keep making your father angry."

"Tsk, what does he have to be angry about? As long as I don't cause trouble, he'd probably be burning incense and praying at home every day!" The young man pouted. "But brother, are you really not going to inherit the The Vargas family business?"

A fleeting glint passed through Ricardo Vargas' clear and cold eyes. "Look at me now. Do you think I can shoulder such a heavy responsibility?"

"Brother, it's been so long. You should look forward." The young man still remembered clearly how dashing Ricardo Vargas was in the business world before his face was disfigured.

"Instead of thinking about these things, you'd better figure out how to achieve good results to show your father."

The young man replied absent - mindedly, "They say that a man who achieves great things has a remarkable woman by his side! I don't even have a capable assistant. How can I run a company well?"

Ricardo Vargas remained silent.

"Brother, I took a fancy to a girl today! She's really beautiful. I guess she's not much older than me. When I catch up with her, you help me check her out." The young man said excitedly.

Ricardo Vargas said in a cold tone, "You like older women?"

"I like all beautiful women. Besides, an older wife brings more fortune!"

As they were talking, the driver had driven the car in front of them.

"Brother, brother! Let's make an appointment another day!"

Ricardo Vargas reached out and rubbed his temples.

The driver smiled and said, "The young master is really as lively as ever. Has Madam gone back?"

The driver shook his head. "Not yet."

Ricardo Vargas took out his phone and called Aurora Morales. Aurora Morales was on her way to buy desserts via a detour and said she would be home in half an hour. After confirming her itinerary, Ricardo Vargas felt relieved.

Entering the house, Ricardo Vargas took off his coat and walked upstairs. As soon as he pushed open the bedroom door, he smelled a strong perfume scent. His keen sense immediately told him that there was an outsider in the room. He turned on the light with a snap and found that the chair had turned around, and someone seemed to be sitting there. Ricardo Vargas' expression turned cold. "Get out."

Hearing the sound, the person slowly turned around. She was wearing a long white coat, slightly open, revealing a shirt and a pencil skirt inside. The top two buttons of the shirt were undone, and she had a high ponytail, giving an impression of being both mature and somewhat like a student. The woman had delicate features, fair and slender thighs, and a pair of black high - heeled shoes on her feet.

"Mr. Vargas, hello. I'm Dr. Kimberly, invited here. I'm sorry for the intrusion on our first meeting." Dr. Kimberly extended her hand gracefully, with a gentle smile on her face, showing no sense of oppression. When she saw Ricardo Vargas, she didn't show the slightest bit of surprise or disdain, as if the person in front of her had a normal appearance.

However, Ricardo Vargas looked at her coldly and said word by word, "Go back where you came from."