novelraw Chapter 279: Still That Youthful Boy
Chapter 279: Still That Youthful Boy
Looking again at Tristan Rowe across the table, charmingly smiling, Samuel Fisher suddenly felt dazed.
He unconsciously glanced down at his own well-fed belly, feeling both like he was in a different world and somewhat envious.
After all these years, he had long stepped into middle age, with years of smoking and drinking having hollowed out his body, leaving only a receding hairline and a big belly.
In contrast to Tristan... Samuel Fisher lowered his head in sentiment and sighed.
Tristan seemed to be the same young man who liked reading under the wisteria trellis; time hadn’t left a mark on him, only honing his demeanor to be more mature and experienced.
"After all these years, you still look the same, so I recognized you at first sight."
Samuel Fisher is someone with good social skills, he asked, "How have you been in recent years? I was worried about you at that time, especially your situation with Yu..."
He seemed to have touched upon a taboo word, and Samuel Fisher suddenly pressed the pause button.
He awkwardly smiled, "Anyway, I was really worried about you after you left, but seeing you doing well now puts me at ease."
A complex emotion flitted through Tristan Rowe’s eyes, although it only appeared for an instant: "I should thank you for your help."
Samuel Fisher chuckled heartily, secretly cursing himself for having misspoken and bringing up matters and people he shouldn’t have.
Samuel Fisher hurriedly changed the topic to remedy the situation: "I heard you’ve been having some issues with the Rowe Family lately, how are things now? Do you need my help? Nowadays... my business skills aren’t too great; the company’s been stagnant under my management for years..."
He then patted his chest again, "But rest assured, with us being friends for so many years, if there’s anything I can help with, I’ll be glad to oblige!"
Tristan couldn’t help but laugh out loud, his almond-shaped eyes naturally curving: "You haven’t changed much either."
He could still find traces of the young boy who was obsessed with martial arts novels, sworn to live heroically, within Samuel Fisher.
As he reminisced further, his gaze gradually grew cold again.
Samuel Fisher rubbed the back of his head, "Didn’t mean to amuse you; I’ve hardly improved over these numerous years."
"Don’t worry about the matters with the Rowe Family, I have them under control." He maintained a smile on his face, but a trace of coldness flickered in his eyes: "I don’t want things to become too fierce with them, but some things I’m just not willing to tolerate..."
Finished speaking, intense hatred surged in his eyes.
Samuel Fisher knew quite a lot about the past events and was involved back then, seeing this could only sigh.
After all these years, he truly couldn’t believe Tristan Rowe still hadn’t let go.
"Fisher, I’ve come over this time with another matter to ask of you."
Samuel Fisher perked up, "Go ahead."
"I want to know... Do you know where she married back then? And where she is now...?" He spoke with difficulty, the words struggled out from his lips.
Samuel Fisher’s face instantly filled with embarrassment and apology: "I... back then, I was young, and my dad didn’t tell me much. All I know is it was a big family abroad. As for now..." he felt troubled: "Yeah, after all these years, how come there’s not a bit of news?"
"I didn’t expect... you haven’t forgotten my cousin."
Tristan Rowe’s lips tugged slightly, his expression suddenly turned gray.
He barely managed to control his expression, but still, a certain painful emotion leaked through: "How could one possibly forget?"
After a few simple exchanges, without much time for a meal, Samuel Fisher waddled away apologetically: "Sorry, Tristan, my, my brat son has caused trouble again, I have to go clean up his mess!"
He spat angrily, "When I get back, I’ll have to take the whip to him! That ungrateful child!!"
"You have a son?"
Samuel Fisher rubbed the back of his head and laughed: "Yes, one son and one daughter, twins, they’re both in college now."
Tristan Rowe gently smiled, "That’s nice."
He then rose to send him off, once again reminding him: "I beg you, if there’s any news, please inform me."
Samuel Fisher hurriedly lowered his head, unable to bear looking into his eyes, casually responded: "Uh huh, don’t worry."
Tristan Rowe’s gaze was deep, he said: "Thank you."
*
As the new movie shoot approached, Maya Monroe knew she was about to enter a hectic period of day-and-night filming. During her free time, she fiercely enjoyed her leisurely moments at home.
Ian Rowe went upstairs to get some files, while Vincent Summers sat on the sofa downstairs, not far from Maya Monroe.
For some reason, Maya Monroe felt that Vincent Summers’ gaze subconsciously drifted in her direction, especially towards her hand.
"What’s up?"
He withdrew his gaze, "Nothing."
Their relationship had eased considerably, but hadn’t reached the level of pleasant conversations.
Maya Monroe curled up on the sofa watching dramas, Vincent Summers on his phone. Neither interfered with the other.
Maya Monroe unconsciously reached for the ring on her hand, perhaps paying too much attention, she felt unusually uncomfortable wearing it.
Maya Monroe looked at it again and again, ultimately taking off the ring and placing it on the table, but the heaviness in her heart didn’t dissipate.
She had just put the ring on the table when she heard Vincent Summers’s voice of anguish, "Maya, what are you doing?!"
Maya Monroe turned, slightly stunned.
Vincent Summers’ expression was overly tragic, resembling the desolate heroine of a melodrama, and Maya Monroe was like the scoundrel who abandoned wife and child.
"You..."
Vincent Summers quickly dashed over, carefully picked up the ring, and offered it back to Maya Monroe: "Do you know how much it cost Rowe to get this ring? You can’t just waste his efforts! Wasting his care aside, do you, do you know..."
His expression grew increasingly agitated, as if Maya Monroe had committed an unforgivable crime: "Do you know how much this ring costs? Rowe bought it at Stanton’s auction, it’s an antique with significant collectible value from ancient Europe!"
"Worth that much?" Maya Monroe squinted, scrutinizing the ring in her hand closely.
Why did Ian Rowe give her such an expensive ring?
Those tempting, sticky flattering words seemed to echo in her ears, Maya Monroe tightly clenched the ring in her hand, her mind suddenly in turmoil.
"Of course it is, you bumpkin, how could you toss such a valuable ring on the table like it’s nothing? If it accidentally gets lost, what would you do? If you don’t want it, give it to me, I’ll pawn it, what are you wasting money for..."
"Vincent Summers."
The familiar voice appeared, Vincent Summers trembled like a guilty thief, his legs jittered twice: "Rowe, you’re done packing?"
Ian Rowe’s gaze swept across his face, slightly raising a brow: "What on earth are you panicking about?"
"Oh uh, I was just trying to persuade..."
Vincent Summers lowered his head, glanced towards Maya Monroe’s direction, only to find that the ring was already securely back on her hand.
Such speed.