Chapter 164
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For Charlene, she might as well have been invisible.
It was clear that she wasn’t on the list of people receiving apologies.
Dalton’s focus wasn’t on Charlene, so naturally, he missed these subtleties, saying, “It’s only a few minutes, no
worries.”
“Mr. Ramirez is quite magnanimous.” Stewart stood up, his tone icy, “Since you’re here, let’s not waste any more of our time, shall we?”
Thorne, ever the diplomat, politely responded, “Our apologies, Mr. Ferguson.”
Stewart huffed, pulling Charlene along as they were the first to leave the conference room.
Thorne caught the cozy gesture between Stewart and Charlene but quickly averted his gaze, evidently unbothered.
Granger, however, lingered a bit longer on the two.
In the crowd, Thorne and Vesta were unmistakably the center of attention.
Upon reaching the test track, a staff member respectfully reported, “Mr. Henderson, Ms. Hawkins, everything is ready for you.”
This level of attention clearly positioned Vesta as a leading figure.
“Let’s get started,” Thorne said.
“Right away.”
The driving conditions were clearly visible on the monitors.
After a successful test round by the driver, the staff asked Thorne and Vesta if they’d like a turn.
Thorne agreed, and he shared a vehicle with Vesta. On the monitors, they appeared to be enjoying their conversation. When their eyes met, there was an unmistakable spark between them.
Charlene watched the monitor, her gaze steady, her expression unreadable. Stewart, on the other hand, looked visibly disgusted.
Moran also wanted to give it a try and was about to speak to Granger when Leah approached Granger, “Mr. Harden, we-”
Granger cut her off, “Go ahead, I’m not that interested.”
Leah was taken aback.
Meanwhile, Quincy approached Stewart and Charlene, “Mr. Ferguson, Ms. Ross, would you like to have a go
They were more familiar with the car’s specs than many of the staff at Neural Nexus Tech. They were tempted, but at this point, they were too annoyed to bother.
Stewart snorted, “No, thanks.”
Charlene chuckled and whispered something about the engine specs in his ear, “Are you sure you don’t want to try?”
Stewart glared at her, then asked, “How do you know that?”
Charlene touched her nose, “Caught a glimpse of the data they were reviewing earlier.”
Having a good memory certainly has its advantages.
Stewart’s mood visibly improved. “Copy that for me later.” he said.
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“Sure.”
Saying so, they took their turn with the car.
Half an hour later, Thorne suggested, “It’s been a long day, how about we all grab some dinner?”
Dalton responded enthusiastically, “Sounds good.”
Stewart grimaced, “Sorry, we’re a bit tied up. You guys enjoy, we have other plans.”
Thorne, accepting this, said, “Maybe next time, then.”
He turned to Quincy, “Would you mind escorting Mr. Ferguson and Ms. Ross out?”
“Of course,” Quincy promptly replied.
Ms. Ross…
Stewart smirked internally, leading Charlene out first.
Kelvin whispered to Dalton, “Is it just me, or does Stewart really have it in for Mr. Henderson and his crew?”
Dalton had noticed this tension during their last encounter here.
He had thought it was just him overthinking, assuming it was just Stewart’s personality.
Now, it seemed his observations were spot on.
