###Chapter 298 Secret Man – Part 10

###Chapter 298 Secret Man – Part 10

"So, for thousands of air tickets from the Capital to Hempstead, you just came to have a meal?"

She raised her eyebrows and said. "Uh-huh!"

Sure enough, Ivelle doesn't understand the world of the rich.

After dinner and chatting, she really doesn't know what else Frida is going to do.

Seeing that she seemed to have no intention of leaving, Ivelle had a headache and said. "Miss Biden, we should go now."

"He's coming, he's coming!" She didn't pay attention to her at all and looked at the man who walked in at the door of the restaurant. With an excited look on her face, Frida stared at him like a woman who found her mate.

Ivelle was stupefied for about two seconds and looked back at the person who made Frida crazy.

The man who came in has a handsome temperament. He was endowed with handsome and outstanding facial features, showed a temperament as warm and refined as jade.

Clearly, he looks like a refined gentleman!

Ivelle's vocabulary could only go so far. If she would describe the man's striking features, she would run out of words.

"His name is Zayn Heather. What do you think? Is he handsome?" Frida opened her mouth. Her pair of eyes intently gazed at the man as if she couldn't wait to pounce on the man.

Ivelle looked back and curled her lips. "So, you tricked me here for a long time just to wait for him?"

She shrugged her shoulders and smiled innocently. "It can be understood as that. After all, it's embarrassing for others to eat alone for so long."

She was speechless at how this woman can cleverly trick her just to accompany her ogle at a man.

'I've been tricked for a long time. That's all. We're both here not just to eat, but wait for his appearance.'

When Ivelle looked at her, she couldn't help but say. "How long have you known each other?"

As if she and I suddenly found a topic, she answered. "469 days, plus today is exactly 471 days."

"How accurate."

When Zayn entered the restaurant, he sat down directly in another seat. From where they were seated, a good-looking woman was sitting next to him.

Ivelle couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and looked at Frida. "Are you stalking him?"

She slurped. "What is stalking? Don't be so vulgar. I call it a chance encounter." She smirked playfully.

"Aside from that, he is a professor at Browne University and he is sitting next to his students." She spoke while her eyes were still fixed on the man.

"He's the nightclub owner and the professor, right? Miss Biden is very good." Ivelle teased her as humor danced in her eyes.

She looked sideways at her and saw Ivelle with a low smile. She couldn't help but ask. "What are you talking about? We are a perfect match."

When she saw her faint annoyance, Ivelle rested her chin on her hand. "Didn't you just say that you are preoccupied with love and hatred?"

She pouted her lips. "This is my career and lovelife, you don't understand."

Then, she turned her eyes to the direction of Zayn and the woman sitting with him who seemed to have something to go first.

Frida pulled Ivelle up and said shamelessly. "Let's go and share the table with them."

Dragged by the woman who acted like a lovesick, Ivelle went to the dining table of Zayn. Frida was a beautiful lady with a big smile and approached them.

"Professor Heather, long time no see. What a coincidence to meet you here. Are you alone?"

Zayn looked at her, then looked at Ivelle. He raised his hand and supported his black-rimmed glasses. The man Frida called as Zayn frowned slightly. "Who are you two?"

Ivelle was surprised. How can Frida know someone for 471 days, but her Professor had no impression of her at all?

"Professor Heather, I am Frida Biden. We met last time when you gave a speech at Princeton University."

Zayn had a slight meal and suddenly remembered something. He got up and looked at Frida. "You are Mr. Biden's daughter, Miss Biden!"

Frida thought of it with a smile and without waiting for him to open his mouth, she said. "It's rare to see you in Hempstead. I have a lot of Economic questions I want to ask you. Is it convenient for me to join you?"

It must be the power, Frida. She was so eloquent and made her moves so fresh and refined.

Zayn seemed pleased and answered with a warm smile. "Of course, please have a seat."

As soon as she sat down, Frida looked at Ivelle and said. "Ivelle, are you going to pick up your husband later? Isn't it too late? "

Right then and there, Ivelle knew what Frida meant.

She nodded, smiled, and agreed. "Well, I should leave now and let you two eat. I have something to do first, I have to go." She smiled politely at them.

'So, this Frida went to a lot of trouble to ask me out just to accompany her to wait here for her crush? How wonderful!' Sarcastically, she thought and rolled her eyes.

After she said her goodbye, Ivelle went out of the restaurant. The sky in Hempstead was a little dark as if it was going to rain.

Jordan has been on a business trip for two days. She suddenly missed him. Ivelle took out her cell phone and dialed him.

The phone rang several times before it was connected. "Ivelle, have you eaten yet? On the other end of the phone, his voice was a little low as if he were on rest.

To calculate the time, it seemed to be early morning in the M Country. When she realized this, Ivelle looked at the phone and asked. "Am I bothering you?"

"No!" He spoke in a low, magnetic voice. "I just dreamt about you and missed you."

She stood at the door of the restaurant, facing the wind. Her heart vaguely accelerated as her cheeks suddenly felt hot. In those simple words, Ivelle's face flushed as she felt the heat rising and made her heart warm.

"I miss you, too!" Yes, miss and love should be said.

On the other end of the phone, the man was stunned for a moment and said. "Wait for me. I'll be right back as soon as possible once I'm done."

"Very well, I'll wait for you!" She cooed sweetly.

When she remembered that he had to work tomorrow, Ivelle dismissively said to Jordan. "You should have a good rest. I'll hang up first."

Without waiting for him to speak, Ivelle hung up the phone. Her heart suddenly accelerated for a while, she clicked on the ticket page and ordered a ticket to M country.

For more than ten hours, she drove straight to the airport.

On the way, she sent a message to Marcela and told her that she wouldn't go back at night because she had something to do.

Because the plane was about to depart, Ivelle sent a regular message to Jordan. She told him that she had something to do then went straight to the airport. She got on the plane that flew directly to M country.

The flight time abroad was so long that she slept vaguely on the plane. After dozing off for a few hours, the moment that Ivelle woke up, she simply took out the books she bought at the airport.

On the way to M Country, she went to the bathroom and had something to eat at their airport.

She almost forgot her book when she boarded the plane, but luckily there was enough time so she ran back to get it.

"Ah!" Because she was in a hurry, Ivelle accidentally knocked down a girl who had a short height when she was going down the safe passage.

The girl still had a coke in her hand and her beach cap was dropped to the ground because of their collision which revealed her blonde hair.

"My clothes!" She shouted anxiously when Coke spilled on her clothes.

Ivelle hastened to find a tissue to wipe it for her. She apologized and picked up everything she had dropped on the floor.

When she calmed down, she clearly saw the girl's appearance. She was blessed with a pair of blue exotic pupils, deep eyes, and fair skin as white as clouds.

Her beauty was so enticing that everyone can't help but want to take a look at her repeatedly.

"It's a good thing it's just Coke and my clothes are dark. Otherwise, I won't be able to get them off. Miss, you're so lucky!" She spoke in English.

Ivelle was sorry and apologized hurriedly. She handed her the hat she picked up from the ground and said a few words of apology.

She looked at her, shrugged her shoulders, and said no more. She put on her hat and muttered. "My Mr. Badger may have waited too long for me."

With that, she went up along the boarding gate.

Ivelle went back to the restaurant to get her books before she reboarded the plane. But as soon as she sat down, she saw the blonde girl on the other side of the aisle.

She had taken off her hat. Her sunglasses and a book was in her hand. Ivelle took a look at it curiously. It was the same as the book she was reading a while ago, and it was also titled "No One Survived."