His Domineering Lover
Chapter 453

After breakfast, Tracey changed her clothes before going out. Steve had intended to go with her but was prevented by some emergency from the company. "Tracey, I can't go with you. Be careful."

"Relax. I had once lived here for three years. Go work. Let's have dinner together. See you." Tracey got in her own Porsche and drove away quickly.

Tracey felt like taking a holiday as there was no pressure on key performance indicators or orders.

She began to enjoy the driving and felt free when she saw the familiar streets and breathed the familiar air.

Tracey drove toward the appointed coffee shop Franco agreed on. This shop was not downtown, and there was no flood of people.

It was more peaceful here than the crowded homeland.

Tracey stepped out of the car with high heels, locked the car, and went straight to the coffee shop.

There was already someone waiting. He was like Steve, half Chinese and half English, and his eyes were beautiful.

"Hello, Miss Xia. I'm Franco Jensen." Having lived in the U.S for a long time, he spoke Chinese with a strong accent. "Hello, thanks for your waiting." Tracey sat down with a smile.

"I arrived a few minutes ago. You are here on time." Like his name, Franco was genteel, wearing a linen white shirt, clean and fresh.

As proved, Franco was much lower- profile than NE and had no domineering aura, though both he and NE were favorite pupils of Luke.

He impressed Tracey like a cool breeze blowing on the face, cool and peaceful.

"I ordered you some dessert. How do you feel it?"

"Thank you, I like it very much. Franco, this is a letter from Adam." Tracey handed the letter in her handbag to Franco.

Franco showed no unnecessary emotions, like a cup of boiled water, warm and comfortable.

"Adam told to me earlier. But my mentor stops teaching in the past years. After resigning from the university, he does research in his own lab every day."

"I mentioned your request to my mentor but was ignored as he was obsessed with his new perfume," Franco said apologetically.

The light in her eyes faded a little, and Tracey looked nervous, "Franco, I know that you are a favorite student of Professor Luke. If it were you to make a recommendation, Professor Luke may accept my request. I have passions for perfume, could you help me, please?"

"I have learned your story from Adam and comprehend your feelings, Miss Xia. I may help only if you come a little earlier or later. Now my mentor is so busy that even I fail to make an appointment with him." "Franco, if that is the case, can you teach me about perfuming since you are his pupil?" Tracey was flexible. All she wanted was the essence and skills of making perfume, and it didn't matter who taught her. "Miss Xia, I'm sorry that I can't. First of all, I learn perfuming from my mentor. Without his permission, how can I pass these secrets to others at will?"

"Even if I got permission from my mentor, I would not teach you. Two years ago, I stopped all business activities. From then on, I will make perfume for my wife only for the rest of my life."

"My wife is hot-tempered, and you are a female. I am afraid that she will not be happy.

I am sorry that I can not teach you."

The mention of his wife made Franco much gentler. Before this journey, Tracey heard from Adam that Franco was better than NE in professional skills but much lower-profile in private life; moreover, he was no so famous as NE.

All he did was for the sake of his wife. And Tracey suddenly became envious of his beloved woman whom Franco made perfume only for the rest of his life.

Listening to this story, Tracey felt warm at heart. There were bad guys in the world, but also good ones.

Like Franco, Steve, and Adam.

Tracey comprehended and respected Franco, "Sorry that I have asked for too much. But, Franco, is there no other way?"

"I don't think so. There is one person. My mentor will promise, whatever he demands." Franco changed the topic.

"Who is it? Please help, Franco." Tracey's dim eyes lit up again at this moment.

"Here is a business card. Go find him yourself." Franco handed over a black business card, and the name on it was in a fancy style. King, the president of Bale Group, and the address of a company.

Tracey once heard of Bale Group. It was one of the top five listed companies in the United States, and its assets were all over the world.

"Even if Professor Luke listens to King, I don't think King will help a stranger like me." Tracey doubted that a president like King would do her a small favor. "I know King. And I promised Adam to help you. Therefore, I have made an appointment with King for you. 11 o'clock in his company. Time is almost up, you should go now." Franco reminded her friendly.

"Thank you, then goodbye." Tracey checked the time and found that it was already past 10 o'clock. A president like King should be very busy.

Tracey wasn't sure whether King would help but would like to give it a try since Franco had made the appointment.

"Okay, be careful." Franco bid goodbye to her.

Seeing that woman hurrying away, Franco felt sorry.

Tracey drove to the headquarter of Bale Group. It was her first time to visit a company with a non-business purpose.

In a black and white office of a skyscraper, a man was tapping lightly at the office desk with his slender finger as if he was waiting for something.

The phone rang, and the man's cold voice echoed in the office, "Okay, got it."

Hanging up the phone, he pushed the chair back, walked towards the huge French window, and looked down, like a king.

The cars below shuttled back and forth like children's toys. The man was bathed in the sunlight, which stretched his slender figure.

Standing in front of the window with his hands clasped behind his back, the man looked calm and ethereal, as if nothing in the world could fall in his eyes. Then a call from the inside telephone connection came, "President, there is a Miss Xia who wants to see you."

"Let her up."

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