“There’s a student entrepreneurship event <b>happening </b>at the university today, so I thought I’d check it out
to see if there <b>are </b>any promising projects worth investing in. After all, I’m now taking on the role of an
investor.”
“How did your inspection go? The entrepreneurship events at Halvard University have always been quite
popr. I remember some alumni projects receiving investments and eventually bing listed
“That’s correct, and interestingly, those projects were ones our <bpany </b>invested in. We’ve always had a
good rapport with your university.
“In the past, there was a graduate from the Design School who initiated a business venture, which we
subsequently invested in. Unfortunately, he waster apprehended by the authorities for various
vitions and economic crimes. It’s a real pity.”
Mia suddenly remembered–wasn’t he referring to Felix’s studio?N?velDrama.Org owns this.
Contemting the fate of Felix’s studio, she couldn’t shake off a hint of mncholy. Had it not been for
his reckless behavior, thepany might have flourished even more by now.
She sighed, and Jeremy interjected, “You used to work there, didn’t you? I heard they brought in a big
shot, and that was you, right?”
“Yeah, don’t even mention it. I never imagined the studio would end up that way. It’s a shame.”
Just as Mia finished speaking, she heard Timothy’s cold voice beside her, “What’s there to feel sorry for? That man had a wed character andckedpetence. He brought this upon himself.”
Timothy remembered the studio owner who had once taken an interest in Mia. He was truly audacious!
Jeremy was perplexed. How did Timothy know about this? Could there be something he wasn’t aware of? He’ll have to return to the officeter to gather some gossip about the studio.
Jeremy chuckled and swiftly shifted the topic, “You’re absolutely right, Mr. Barrett. The food has arrived,
let’s dig in first.”
The Cagon dishes were ced on the table, emanating their distinct spicy aroma.
Catching the familiar scent, Mia felt her mouth watering suddenly. It had been quite some time since she
had enjoyed Cagon cuisine.
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She picked up her utensils and took a bite of the gumbo. “It tastes just like I remember, absolutely
delicious<b>.</b>”
Despite being cautious about her intake, Mia indulged in a few bites of each signature dish, relishing the vors and closing her eyes with contentment.
Observing her expression, Timothy instinctively reached for the nearest dish–the crawfish boil.
As soon as the seafood entered his mouth, the overwhelming taste of paprika assaulted his taste buds. He grimaced, quickly covering his mouth and reaching for the ss of water beside him, taking a gulp.
Coughing ensued.
Even after drinking the water, Timothy struggled to alleviate the spiciness and continued coughing.
Jeremy swiftly opened a chilled bottle of c and offered it to Timothy. “Mr. Barrett, have some of this. It might help more than in water.”
Taking a few sips, Timothy managed to subdue the spiciness.
He dabbed the corners of his mouth with a tissue. It was evident that he wasn’t ustomed to such
intense vors<b>.</b>
Watching his response, Mia couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. After all, she had intentionally wanted to observe Timothy’s reaction to Cagon cuisine. 1
Jeremy remarked, “It looks like Mr. Barrett isn’t ustomed to spicy food. Fortunately, we have some milder dishes avable. Mia is truly thoughtful.”
Mia’s movements came to a halt. She wasn’t being considerate for Timothy’s sake.
Nheless, she couldn’t help but notice Timothy’s slightly awkward movements as he picked up the food with his right hand.
It seemed like his arm injury hadn’t fully healed, which made it challenging for him.
Observing this, Mia refrained frommenting further.
Feeling difort in his right hand, Timothy decided to set down his utensils and turned to Jeremy, asking. “Were you and Mia ssmates in high school?”