Chapter 704: Chapter 704: The race is about to begin
The racecourse was located on the outskirts of the city.
A blue Bugatti Veyron parked at the entrance, creating a perfect arc.
The parking attendant hurriedly approached, “Young Master Lawrence, do you need me to park your car for you?”
Baron Lawrence got out of the car, handed the keys to the attendant, and walked towards the entrance with long strides.
Upon entering, there was a spacious glass-walled Leisure Hall with a row of crescent-shaped tables and chairs scattered by the window, where uniformed waitstaff shuttled back and forth.
He was initially walking briskly, but suddenly stopped halfway, turning his gaze to the corner where there was a single, solitary chair unoccupied.
His thin lips tightened into a straight line, his heart constricted uncontrollably, as if someone had punched him in the chest, causing pain!
A year ago, Enna Clark was waiting for him in that very spot.
Then, she told him she was pregnant.
The hand hanging at his side clenched into a fist, the veins on the back of his hand throbbed slightly.
At this moment, the racecourse manager rushed over, interrupting his memories with a smile, nodding and bowing. “Young Master Lawrence, you’ve arrived. Please follow me; the others are waiting for you.”
“Others?” What others?
Wasn’t it just him and the representative?
The racecourse manager hesitated at his question but still respectfully replied, “It’s Second Young Master Harris, President Lewis, Young Master Smith, and President Jordan from Kaiyue.”
Listing the four people in one breath, Baron Lawrence’s handsome face slightly darkened, and his eyebrows furrowed.
It seemed that the other party had not only invited him but quite a few others as well.
He had never been treated when doing business before, impressive!
“Alright, Young Master Lawrence, please follow me.” The racecourse manager led the way, maintaining a distance of three steps, so as not to seem like he was walking too fast or too slow.
Swiftly, the manager led him to the viewing platform of the racecourse.
As expected, there was a group of people standing on the platform. He recognized Rupert Harris’s cousin, Nathan Harris, at a glance. He flexed his fingers and narrowed his hawk-like eyes.
The Harris Family’s second branch was indeed starting to get restless due to the illness of Rupert’s father.
They had even set their sights on oil.
“Young Master Lawrence, please.”
Baron Lawrence walked over.
The other few people noticed him, and a potbellied middle-aged man approached with a smile, extending his hand. “Young Master Lawrence, I didn’t expect to see you today. It’s truly my honor.”
Baron Lawrence extended his hand and shook it, indifferently replying, “President Lewis, you’re too kind.”
“Young Master Lawrence, are you here by invitation as well? So am I. Our company has been in contact with them for more than two months, but they’ve shown no interest in talking. Today, their representative’s assistant called and arranged a meeting at the racecourse. But I’ve been here for half an hour, and still haven’t seen anyone. They said their representative will participate in an equestrian competition later, and we’ll talk after the competition.” He obviously wasn’t happy and glanced at the racecourse, saying, “Let’s wait. The competition should start soon.”
Baron Lawrence cast an arrogant gaze at the racecourse. Indeed, there were already people riding horses on the track.
Suppressing his impatience, he sat down and had a waiter pour him a cup of coffee.
Everything seemed calm at the racecourse, his coffee had arrived, but the so-called competition had not yet begun.
Just as his patience was about to reach its limit, the racecourse’s VIP entrance suddenly opened. A gunshot rang out, and several thoroughbred horses bolted out like arrows released from a bow—
“Finally, it has started!”