Just as Luana finished booking the restaurant on her phone and hadn't even had a chance to catch her breath, Dawn's call came through.
"Luana, send the restaurant address to Mr. Moriarty as well," Dawn instructed, as usual, hanging up without giving Luana a chance to respond.
With a solemn expression, Luana put down the phone, unlocked her screen, and sent the address to the assistant responsible for Cline's itinerary.
However, she soon received a reply, "Miss Hammond, I'm temporarily unable to reach Mr. Moriarty. Please send the address directly to his phone. You should have his number."
Seeing this message, Luana felt a sense of helplessness and gritted her teeth, pulling Cline's WhatsApp account out of her blacklist.
She quickly forwarded the restaurant address and then blocked him again.
After handling this matter, Luana grabbed the keys and headed to the company's parking lot.
As she stepped out of the elevator, she saw the private elevator door slowly open, and Cline, wearing a black coat, strode out with long legs.
Luana's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly turned away, pretending not to notice Cline.
She expected him to ignore her and leave directly, but to her surprise, Cline walked towards her direction.
Luana became so nervous that her palms began to sweat, wanting to move away, but her feet seemed nailed to the ground, unresponsive.
She could hear the footsteps approaching behind her, then gradually stopping.
She could sense Cline staring at her back, his gaze deep and focused, as if trying to see through her.
Without turning around, Luana could imagine the look in Cline's eyes—cold, indifferent, perhaps even filled with contempt, disdain, and disgust, a mix of these emotions flickering in his gaze.
As she nervously clenched her palms and held her breath, a roar suddenly erupted from the Ferrari in front of her.
Cline bypassed her, got into the driver's seat, started the car, and backed out.
From beginning to end, he didn't glance at Luana, driving the sports car out of the parking lot at speed.
Luana's tense body finally relaxed the moment Cline left.
She felt a bit ridiculous for being overly sentimental once again.
Suppressing the sense of loss within her, she walked to the seven-seater business car, got in, and drove straight towards the airport.
It had been pouring outside for the past few days, and such weather always involuntarily reminded Luana of the night five years ago.
It was a night she least wanted to recall.
However, thinking about the person she was about to meet brought back those long-buried memories.
That night, with torrential rain and a dark world, not even the streetlights could illuminate the path ahead.
The young man carried her, struggling towards home.
But Luana, in her immaturity, struggled on his back, refusing to let him carry her. Unable to persuade her, the young man had no choice but to put her down.
Luana remembered that she was acting out because of a quarrel with the young man.
He said nothing, just silently following behind her.
She hated it when he was like this, silent no matter what she said.
In a fit of anger, she left him behind and ran forward.
At a fork in the road, a car lost control and sped towards her from the side.
She had no time to dodge. Seeing the car about to hit her, the young man rushed forward and pushed her out of the way.
Luana fell into the rain on the other side, just scraping her skin, while the young man was hit by the car and thrown into the air, blood spreading on the ground.
The young man's consciousness was fading, but he still struggled with the last of his strength to crawl towards the shocked Luana.
Luana would never forget the last words of the young man named Albion before he lost consciousness. "Luana, don't be afraid."
Once, she was deeply moved by these words.
But later, she made up her mind to never remember anything about him again...
After a two-hour drive, Luana finally arrived at the airport, just in time.
She parked the car in the basement and took the elevator to the arrival area.
After waiting for about half an hour, the CEO of the Coburn Group, surrounded by a group of executives and bodyguards, slowly walked out.
Dressed in a royal blue shirt with a matching coat, he exuded a strong aura from afar, his figure tall and straight.
Yes, he was also a werewolf hidden among humans.