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Chapter 930 The Womanizer
Chapter 930 The Womanizer
The following morning, Donald, feeling rejuvenated and full of energy, descended from upstairs and promptly made his way to the airport by car.
Someone was already waiting for him at the airport when he reached Feston.
“You must be Mr. Campbell from the headquarters, right? I've heard so much about you. My name is Declan Laird, but you can call me Declan.” Declan welcomed Donald with a beautiful assistant by his side.
Donald's swift glance at the assistant immediately captured Declan's notice. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.
Declan cleared his throat lightly and said to his beautiful assistant, “Naomi, what are you standing around for? Hurry up and help Mr. Campbell with his luggage.”
Adorned in a form-fitting pink dress, Naomi cast a flirtatious look in Donald's direction. She sauntered over to him with a coquettish demeanor and suggested, “Mr. Campbell, allow me to assist you with your luggage.”
Perhaps by design, or perhaps by chance, as Naomi drew nearer, she appeared to accidentally bump into Donald.
He could sense the soft and smooth texture of her skin.
Observing that Donald's gaze remained unwaveringly fixed on Naomi without faltering, Declan immediately grasped the situation. It seems the person from the headquarters doesn't appear capable, or at least, their weakness is quite evident. But that works in our favor. Having insight into his vulnerability provides us with an advantage to manage him more effectively.
After Donald got in the car, Declan started to strike up a conversation and get friendly with him. “Mr. Campbell, it seems you didn't bring much luggage this time.”
Recognizing that Declan was gauging his response, Donald answered casually, “It's actually a habit of mine during business trips. I tend to purchase whatever I require on the fly. Dealing with excess baggage can be rather inconvenient. Additionally, I usually bring back local specialties for my wife upon my return, which is why I've kept my belongings minimal this time.”
Upon hearing this, Declan froze for a moment. Is he hinting at us to buy him a gift? This man clearly knows how it works in the corporate world, huh?
“Mr. Campbell, would you like to proceed to the factory now? In anticipation of your visit, our General Manager, Mr. Goodwin, has already arranged for meals to be prepared in the factory's cafeteria,” Declan suggested.
“Cafeteria?” The moment Donald heard these two words, his face instantly turned sour. “Do you usually eat in the cafeteria?”
Once again, upon noticing Donald's expression, Declan knew something was up, but he was not sure if Donald was on their side.
He responded skillfully, “While Mr. Goodwin often opts for meals in the cafeteria due to his frugality, the presence of esteemed guests like Mr. Campbell today calls for an exception, and we can consider having a meal outside.”
“I'm really sorry for making you break the rules like this. Besides, if this matter gets to the headquarters, I'll be in trouble.” Donald voiced his concern.
“Don't worry, Mr. Campbell, we'll choose a completely secluded hotel.” With his suspicions confirmed that Donald and his associates shared a common mindset, Declan promptly contacted Fridolin. He also directed the public relations department to make arrangements for the hotel.
“Also, extend an invitation to Amelia from our headquarters,” Donald suggested.
A tense smile lingered on Declan's face as he found himself puzzled by Donald's unexpected mention of Amelia. “Mr. Campbell, while Ms. Ellis was here in Feston recently, she had a bit of a clash with Mr. Goodwin. Their viewpoints simply don't align. If this were to escalate and they begin arguing, wouldn't it potentially lead to a disaster?”
“No worries, Amelia and I share a close bond. She wouldn't create any trouble out of respect for me. Besides, the more hot chicks we have in our midst, the merrier,” Donald said.
Hearing this, a smile adorned Declan's countenance, yet within, he was inwardly fuming. He truly is a womanizer, not even sparing his own colleague.