The Continent of Europe

Chapter 55's

...CHAPTRE 55...

...DINER ...

"Oh come on, Mr. Floyd. I bought that land."

As soon as he, James, and Minerva walked into the living room. Oliver's voice was already thundering loudly as a warm welcome for the three. In there, Oliver throws a brown envelope on the table.

"This is his land letter."

Rosaline was still standing behind James, watching Oliver clash with the older man. Interestingly, the man looked similar to James. Rosaline almost yelled and pointed at the man. I thought of him as a time traveler.

How not. His aristocratic face, blond hair, and somehow his mocking expression were very similar to James. It was as if he was the James version of the next few decades.

The man Oliver calls Floyd clucked, but politely grabbed the brown envelope on his living room table and opened it. His eyes moved to read the entire contents of the paper before finally putting the paper back on the table.

"And again, the land is under development for the sake of your beloved son's college project. Because it's Mr. Floyd, revoke your request to buy that land!"

With one showing from Oliver's chin, the old man or Floyd turned to the direction where Rosaline and James were still standing like statues. The two were still with Minerva who was also standing between them.

"Oh, you're the girl on that train," he chirped as Floyd's eyes finally exchanged glances with the emerald green-eyed brunnete girl next to his son.

With an awkward polite bow from Rosaline, Floyd clucked. He told the three of them to immediately sit down with only his hands floating in the air. Minerva, deftly escorts Rosaline to sit next to Oliver while her son is among the four of them.

"But I'm interested in the land. Placement or strategic location to conduct trade," he continued.

Oliver blinks his lips. "That's exactly what I'm not going to let go of the land just like that. If Mr. Floyd can tell how profitable the land is, so I won't give up defending it."

Floyd grinned. "of course. My eyes in judging things are never wrong. But unfortunately I also won't give up that land just like that. The Adler family needs a branch in Edinburgh."

Rosaline noticed the fine veins that passed on Oliver's forehead as if the girl was thinking hard about finding an argument for another blonde man named Floyd to give up the land he already owned.

"Well legally I'm the landowner" he said, not to be outdone. "Mrs. Floyd can't just take it without my consent. Even the land sellers won't be able to fight me."

"Oh Ms. Matilda how funny you are. Did you forget I was a member of the golde money? The wealth you have is not worth my wealth. Even if you have to work for hundreds of years you won't be able to rival it."

How to mention he is a member of the golden money with pride. Instantly reminds Rosaline of Clark's face in their foolish friendship.

Somehow, just remembering her facial expression managed to make Rosaline go up in black. Something instantly reminded him of Asher's suffering.

Rosaline moved her emerald eyes only to glance at what James was doing. Surprised that the man had already looked at her first, Rosaline flashed a small smile that seemed to say that everything would be fine.

I don't know what his father did to poor James to the point of making the man's face pale. Yes, the white skin is pale, but it looks more normal than it is now.

Rosaline's eyes accidentally catch the figure of Minerva, James' mother, who is also watching her. The woman's face was so gentle as she looked at him, it was gentle enough to make Rosaline remember her late mother.

"Mrs. Floyd. If the land is in your hands, it means that the construction there must be torn down and we must find other land for it. Did you know that your son and his partner's college could be threatened by that?"

Both Rosaline and Oliver they both frowned at the same time as arrogant words came out of the man's mouth.

"If it's James yes the board will tolerate. But partners? He was not the son of a member of the golden money like James, he was just an ordinary person. Isn't that right, Rosie? You agree with me, right?"

Rosaline wavered as Oliver turned to her excitedly. His eyes continued to blink rapidly, smiling as if threatening Rosaline to agree with his opinion. Yes, he agrees anyway. James is the golden money and he is not.

"Rosey?" The older blonde man suddenly said with a frown on his forehead. His head tilted as his eyes watched Rosaline intensely.

"A—ah it...," stuttering, "introduce my name Rosaline Mary Vre— I mean Smith! Rosaline Mary Smith!"

Rosaline paled instantly as she came to her senses Vreaa said almost popping out of her mouth. He smiled awkwardly as his emerald eyes continued to move uncomfortably. Unknowingly, his hand gripped tightly onto Oliver's hand.

"Is that your real eye?" Search Floyd.

Rosaline looked towards James and Minerva first then nodded. "I got it from my mom" he said honestly. He lowered his head in fear.

He occasionally glanced at James who was putting on a small smile. It's so small that no one will notice it. The man's mouth slowly moved and Rosaline knew

meaning.

That's okay. That said.

"The boy also had green eyes. What a strange coincidence."

"Pardon?" Rosaline shriveled, looking towards Floyd.

But the older blond man did not press Rosaline again afterwards, but instead focused his attention on Oliver returning to their discussion of the land. He must have known that Rosaline looked at him with a questionable gaze. But he ignored it.

Not knowing how Oliver persuaded James' father to revoke his request for land they owned. The blond man finally agreed and handed the land back.

On the condition that Rosaline must come to the Adler family dinner to be held in the next week.

"I'll kill you, Oliver," damprat Rosaline couldn't take it.

"What should I do after this?!" Exclaims. He gripped Oliver's shoulder and shook his body violently. Makes the woman moan.

"Just come to their dinner, Rosie."

"You crazy? What if my food is poisoned? Did you forget that I was the girl on the train a month ago?"

"Oh Rosaline's. You're too paranoid. They won't hurt you, and James is there anyway. He won't let you get hurt."

The grip on Oliver's shoulder slowly loosened as Rosaline resuscitated her body into the car seat. He held his head that was pulsing dizzy. I don't know how many times he massaged her, the dizziness she felt never disappeared.

Oh my god, how's it going next week?