Chapter 1096

Fiorella's previous attempt at forming a partnership with Jared in his office was met with failure.

With this in mind, she scheduled another appointment with him, and this time, they met each other in a
golf course.

Nicole was not there either, and as soon as Fiorella noticed this, she seemed a little happier.

"Mr.Johnston, this way, please."

Fiorella flashed her palms upward in a gesture of invitation.

"Did you bring me here so that we could talk about the collaboration?"

Jared sat down and looked at Fiorella.

"Henry is still reviewing the proposal," she replied.

"I'm not sure how long he is going to take.Anyway, I asked you out today so that I could learn a thing or
two from you."

Fiorella beamed at Jared.

To her, he was irresistible, even when he was just sitting idly.

"Oh, I see," he replied.

"Fortunately for you, I do have some time to spare today."

"That's great!" Fiorella said, happy with the fact that Jared had not declined her again.



Fiorella was dressed in a form-fitting outfit, which accentuated the curves on her body as they both
walked over to the course.She was hoping that this could catch Jared's attention.

But right after Jared had struck the first ball, he walked over to the next stop.

Fiorella was worried that he did not notice her, and so, she went forward and spoke to him.

"Mr.Johnston, you did well for your first shot," she said, complimenting his skills.

"Your technique isn't that bad either."

Jared glanced at her fora moment and turned away.

"Not really.I mean, I don't really know much.I was just swinging around without knowing how it is
done.Well, since you're so good at it, perhaps you can teach me, Mr.Johnston."

Fiorella stared at Jared's visage and her lips gradually curved to form a smile.

"Do you want to hire a coach?"

Jared shot her a side stare.

Fiorella beamed, her eyes brimming with hope.

Thinking that Jared was about to make her a promise, she uttered, "Yeah."

"Well, I happen to know a few good coaches around here," he said with a smile.

"I'll introduce them to you later."

Fiorella's smile vanished upon hearing Jared's response, after which she decided to change subject by
asking, "Mr.Johnston, why isn't Miss.Riddle here with us today?



"She is out with her friends."

When they had reached the spot where the ball had landed, the caddy passed one of the clubs to
Jared.

After gauging the distance between him and the cup, Jared took a heavy swing.

The golf ball flew up, casting onto itself a perfectly round silhouette as it flew up, and landed on a patch
of turf.

When he turned around, he noticed Fiorella standing behind him, watching him intently.

Curious, Jared looked at Fiorella and asked, "Why aren't you playing?"

"I'm not good at this.Besides, it's much more entertaining, you know, watching you play instead,"
Fiorella said with a smile.

Initially, they had agreed that the both of them would be playing, but in the end, Jared was left to play
on his own.

Bored and unamused, Jared turned to Fiorella with his brows creased, and said, "Because you don't
really know how to play, I guess I am done for the day.I have other matters to attend to, so I'll make a
move.Let's meet each other some other time."

Jared seized the opportunity to rid himself of Fiorella.

"But, Mr.Johnston, you were here for barely an hour." Fiorella eyed Jared with her brows furrowed.

"Don't you think it's a little disrespectful?"

"Let's just call it a day, Miss Fisher," he said.



"I'll be sure to set another day aside for you."

As Jared had already put it in such a way, Fiorella decided that it would not be wise to keep him
around.

"Okay then, but be sure to keep your promise, alright?"

Fiorella looked at Jared with deep-set eyes.It was then that two horses galloped out, streaking across
the field.

Startled by the horses' neighs, Jared looked up.

One of the figures riding atop her mount looked familiar to him, and so, he fixed his gaze on her.

Fiorella, upon noticing this, did the same, and when she too had caught sight of the figure, she asked,
'The person who's riding the horse, she kind of looks like Miss Riddle, doesn't she? But as she thought
that Jared had not heard her, she went up to him and repeated, "Mr.Johnston, is that Ms.Riddle?"


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