Izabella Ward had never thought she would revisit Golden Sierra Tower after five years.
She was stubborn, so she wouldn't ask anyone for help as long as she could settle by herself. She felt embarrassed to ask for help, especially when it came to Preston Patel. However, it seemed that he was the only one able to help her get through this difficult situation now.
In front of the CEO's office located on the top floor of Golden Sierra Tower, Izabella ran her hand up and down on the door. Just as she was hesitating, someone opened the door inward, and a familiar face came into her sight.
"It's been a while, Miss Ward," a middle-aged man said, forcing a smile on his straight face. Although he looked serious, his voice sounded gentle, "Do you miss the deserts from me?"
Watching Izabella stand in a daze, he continued, "Mr. Patel has been waiting for a while." After that, he stepped aside to let her pass.
This man called Ewan Pearce had spent half of his life working for Golden Sierra. Meanwhile, Mr. Patel, the person he mentioned, was the one she wanted to ask for help.
Slowly, she walked into the office with heavy steps. She then looked around in a trance, and a feeling of familiarity arose.
The cold-toned desks, couches, as well as the furniture arrangement.
Well, Preston Patel's taste remained unchanged after five years. He was still adopting such a frigid style.
The sound of the closing door regained Izabella's attention. Following Ewan's gaze, she found Preston, whom she hadn't been meeting for five years, busy signing documents at the rectangular office desk.
A wisp of hair was blown, hanging down over his forehead. Whether his tall nose, slender hands, or his deep-set eyes, they were all alluring as five years ago.
"Go ahead," Preston said while doing his work with his head down. There wasn't any greeting at all for their reunion.
Hesitating for a while, Izabella then spoke slowly before Preston lost his patience, "Mr. Patel, I hope that you can bring fame to me. I want to become a top model and enter the celebrity circle."
Immediately, Preston halted writing. After a few seconds, he asked, "What can I get from helping you?"
Grasping her hands together, Izabella gritted her teeth and then said, "I, I'll be all yours."
Suddenly, the office turned into dead silence, and even Ewan, who had been long working for Preston, knew it was the calm before the storm. Unconsciously, he took a few steps forward in case of need.
Glancing at Ewan, Preston put the document aside. He then stared at Izabella coldly, sneering, "You have been in the model industry for quite some time, right? Then, you should know if possible, no man would want to come back to their ex—girl—friend!"
Since Preston's tone was always bland, no one could hear the emotions of it. Now that he emphasized the word "ex-girlfriend", Joy grew ashamed. At once, she felt like her heart got ripped off.
People always said that men like Preston were rare. Not only could he dominate the whole business industry, but he also made his five-year lover a top international model.
He once belonged to Izabella, but she lost him in the end.
None of them knew that Preston, the dream man for all the women out there, was her first love. When they were together, he treated her like no other; when they broke up, he treated her like garbage.
