Never Forgive Never Forget (Celeste and Philip) novel Chapter 69

Celeste figured he must have something urgent to attend to back home, so she shook her head. "That's all."

She'd only come to Silvercrest to visit her aunt, and now that she'd done that, there was nothing left tying her to this place.

They flew back to Asterwynn.

As soon as they landed, Alfred was whisked away.

He'd originally offered to drop Celeste off on his way, but she wanted to walk alone for a bit, so she turned him down.

She had just reached the subway station when her phone buzzed with a call from Irma.

"Miss Celeste, there's a lunch meeting with some potential investors today. It was supposed to be Miss Beverly's project, but now…"

Irma didn't say it outright, but Celeste could guess she was picking up the mess Beverly had left behind.

She glanced at the time. She'd make it.

"Text me the address. I'll take the subway straight there. Wait for me at the restaurant."

If these really were promising investors, she wasn't about to let them slip through her fingers.

Following the address Irma sent, Celeste hurried over.

The moment she stepped into the private dining room, she spotted a group of stylishly dressed young people lounging around the table.

A closer look told her everything—designer brands from head to toe, watches that cost seven figures at a minimum. Definitely investors worth knowing.

Celeste was about to introduce herself when the guy sitting in the middle let out a low whistle.

"Do all your company's managers look this good? With a body like that, how are we supposed to focus on business?"

Celeste sized him up.

He couldn't have been more than twenty, with arrogance practically written on his face.

If he didn't bother with introductions, neither would she. She pulled out a chair, sat down, and smiled coolly.

"Thanks for the compliment. But…"

"I'm not all that interested in guys built like toothpicks. If you're serious about this investment, maybe you should act like it. Don't you agree?"

The group's faces darkened instantly.

Was she taking a jab at their looks?

Jasper—Celeste even wanted to steal him from her?

"Celeste! You already took the deputy director's position. Why are you trying to steal Jasper's project too?"

She really didn't care about making a scene.

"I'm just doing my job. I have every right to be here."

"You—!"

Beverly was so furious her chest heaved, and she stomped her foot in frustration.

Across the table, the young men started whistling and jeering, clearly enjoying the drama.

"The new one's here for business too? With a body like that, I figured one of the guys invited her for a different reason!"

"Hey gorgeous, since you're late and interrupted our drinks, why not come sit in my lap and make it up to me?"

They were acting like a pack of frat boys, their eyes practically stripping Beverly where she stood.

Except Jasper—his gaze never left Celeste.