"About what?" Raymond's tone was extremely cold as he leaned back slowly. "Don't ever take it upon yourself to introduce those women to me."
"Ray, are you sure you don't wanna come and meet her? I searched for a long time before I found someone perfect for you." Carter didn't give up. Even if Raymond didn't want her, he could still have her design his empty houses. "If you don't want her, I'll take her. I quite like her."
Raymond sat up straight. "I will arrange for you to intern at the company so that you won't hang around with these miscellaneous people all day. Your mother has already talked to me about it. So come to the company tomorrow morning."
Carter didn't see this coming. Before he could say anything, Raymond had hung up the phone. He looked at Selena anxiously, and she probably knew that Raymond just rejected her.
"Don't worry, Mr. Ashford. Maybe Mr. Montague has a better designer. After all, the villa was designed for his favorite person. So he can never be too cautious. I get that," Selena comforted him.
"That's impossible! He's still looking for a designer," Carter said with a sigh.
"Sometimes, it just doesn't work out. Maybe Mr. Montague and I are not meant to cross paths," Selena said calmly without any emotions on her face.
"Well then, I'll have a last try later. If he still refuses, I'll hire you to design for my houses. I really love your style," Carter said as he smiled and extended his hand out slowly. "Thank you very much, Mr. Ashford."
Carter received another call and apologized with a smile, "It's all on me. Please give me your number. Let's keep in touch."
Selena didn't hesitate to give him her number, and Carter entered it before leaving the private room.
Selena and Matthew were left in the room. This was already Matthew's second business reunion tonight. He was already at his limit.
Since Carter had left, Matthew didn't need to be tense anymore.
"I'll hail a driver to send you back," Selena knew that he held out until now just for the business deal. She was grateful for what Matthew had done for her.
"That would be great, Selena. Thanks." Matthew collapsed almost right after hearing what Selena said.
Selena could give him a ride, but she didn't want his newly wedded wife to overthink. Thus, the best solution was to hail a driver for him.
She helped Matthew out of the room and went down the corridor to the elevator on the other side. It led to the exit, which was closer.
Matthew was inebriated and grunted a few words out of his mouth.
"It's not what you think it is. I'm tired of this," He muttered as if arguing with his wife in his dreams while Selena politely supported him. Since they needed to keep their distance from each other, it was quite difficult for her.
Matthew stumbled when the elevator doors opened and almost fell out of it.
Selena quickly grabbed him but she then saw Raymond, who held the doors open for them.
She was about to thank the helper, yet she stammered when she realized it was Raymond.
She never saw him in the past three years, yet in a single day, she had already seen him three times. 'How come?' she wondered.
Raymond's gaze shifted between Matthew and her. Then he asked, "Which floor?"
With two silver buttons on his shirt collar loosened, Raymond didn't seem as indifferent as before, but still no emotions could be seen on his face. Selena keenly caught a hint of sarcasm and disdain in his eyes.
The atmosphere became weird. She helped Matthew into the elevator and then said to Raymond with a polite yet distant tone, "First floor, thank you."
Coincidentally, Matthew said some nonsense at this time again. "It's all about money! Do you even have any feelings for me?"
Selena had heard from colleagues in the studio that Matthew's wife spent a lot of money while he worked hard to earn it. His studio worked well, yet his wife kept burning his money.
Selena felt a chill next to her as if cold air was blowing out. She shuddered when she heard Raymond sneer lightly, "He's your client?"
Selena felt embarrassed, yet she could say Matthew was her boss at such a moment, worried that Raymond might blacklist his studio. Thus, she had to admit it.
"Yes, Mr. Montague. What a coincidence to meet you here!"