NovelEnglishChapter 1871: Searching for Summer
Arkpool City, a bustling metropolis.
The Marsh Group stood proudly on the other side of the river, towering skyscrapers that had beciconic landmarks of the city.
This was a paradise for countless young people.
In a sleek and elegant office, Ivan, dressed in a black suit, stood by the window, his hands in his pockets, exuding a remarkable
presence.
Listening to the contents conveyed through his phone, his face remained expressionless, his voice as deep as aged wine. "Alright,
givethe address, | will go there myself."
"Okay."
He ended the call.
At that moment, Andrew, holding sfiles, cin, having heard Mr. Marsh's conversation just now. He saw Ivan turning around,
their eyes meeting.
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He reminded, "Mr. Marsh, where are you going? There's a meeting later."
"Push the meeting back, | need to go out and find someone." Ivan casually took his suit jacket off the back of a chair and left.
Andrew didn't ask further questions, he arranged the tasks entrusted by the CEO.
Find someone? That person must be important.
Driving himself, Ivan followed the navigation towards the western suburbs of Arkpool City, an area awaiting development and
demolition.
After about an hour's drive, he listened to shistorical documentaries on Himalaya, today's being "West Corridor."
Successful people probably spent any available tlearning and recharging.
An hour later, a limited edition Lamborghini parked at the entrance of a narrow alley.
The alley was too narrow for the car to enter, and occasionally a few electric motorcycles would cout of the winding alley.
Exiting the car, Ivan adjusted his attire and, facing the sunlight, followed the navigation into the alley.
The alley was about four meters wide, with sold shops on both sides, their signs uneven.
They were all breakfast shops, fruit stands, or small bookstores; this was perhaps the last piece of pure land in a bustling city.
As Ivan ventured deeper, he realized there were fewer stores, mostly residential buildings.
The buildings were irregular and old fashioned, with three or two floors squished together. Passersby seemed as if they didn't
belong to the stperiod.
They were clothed plainly, with exceedingly average appearances, leading simple and hardworking lives like farmers, lacking any
sense of wealth or nobility.
Hence, lvan's presence seemed somewhat out of place.
Passersby couldn't help but glance a few more times at this impeccably dressed handsman, looking like a character straight
out of a TV .
Ivan followed the navigation on his phone.
Finally, he stopped in front of a two-story blue building, its walls peeling and roughly twenty years old.
The door was slightly ajar, revealing a noticeable gap.
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Confirming the location once more, he turned off the navigation and took steps towards the partially open living room door.
Politely like a gentleman, he knocked on the door.
Before he could knock a few more times, the door was pulled open, and a young woman appeared in sight, her face pure and attire
plain.
Seeing this man in handmade suit, exuding an air of nobility that was beyond reach, the young woman felt like she was dreaming -
this couldn't be real!
"Hello," Ivan spoke gently, asking, "Are you Fiona?"
Addressing her directly? Approaching her like this?
The woman cto her senses, her gaze slightly wary. "Yes."
"Hello, do you know Summer?" Ivan's deep eyes held a hint of tenderness, guiding his innate aura not to intimidate the other
person.
The girl took a moment to recover, Summer? The ndid not ring a bell in her memory.
Ivan offered a hint, "You were high school classmates, she transferred to your school in the first semester of senior year. Do you
remember her?"
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