All Chapters of Our Agreement: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Keith was reading the reports Katherine had just given him as soon as he arrived at his office this morning with full concentration. In fact, he didn't even have time to take off his coat, only briefly greeting people who were already at Aldebrando's headquarters before entering his office.After yesterday's incident, Marie actually kept asking him to stay at home until he heard further news from Ellen. But, of course, he could not do that now. For now, taking a break from work was a luxury he could hardly afford.Maybe his wife could wait for Larch's condition to improve, but not with his work and the plans he had made long ago. His wife's extended family will obviously not remain silent because of her target, which is most likely him; he was very sure of this one conjecture considering the aspect of the target shot by the sniper hired by Silvano—who did not die according to the plan of the two old men.His brow furrowed as he read the report Aura had made and Katherine had just given

Alan was standing in front of room 325 with Cassandra, observing from a distance the commotion made by Gina when she caught the woman's husband having an affair with another woman."You didn't try to break it up?" Cassandra leaned toward Alan with a look of concern on her face."Why should I let him go? This is interesting," Alan even tried hard to hold back laughter, with one hand taking a smartphone from the pocket of his formal coat, calling his twin sister. “I'm sure that Aura will definitely like it!”“But, Mr Ch–”“Shh!” Alan put his index finger on Cassandra's lips, preventing the female employee from revealing his true name. "It's Michael. MichaelPatrick.”“I-I am really sorry!”“No worries,” Alan took his index finger away from Cassandra, then whistled happily when he found that his call was starting to connect to Aura.“Alan? What's the situation–”“I think you will definitely like it!”“Pardons?”“Deng deng! (Wait, wait!) I'll switch to video call mode,” Alan took his smart

It took longer than initially expected for Keith to read through all the reports provided by Katherine regarding the execution of his master plan along with the minor issues currently being faced by his organisation, such as the trade in firearms, and brothels. The point was all the other minor problems that he could solve today, too.Since the dispute between the Aldebrando group and the Skylar group had subsided thanks to the help of Derek Skylar (he hated to admit it, but that stupid man really did a great service to his group), the burden of the problem, which was mostly caused by the actions of Derek Skylar's right hand man, had been lighter. So now he no longer has to face the Skylar members who misbehave in his territory and get some new connections as a result of it."Boss? Would you like to take some candies?"Viktor's question distracted him for a moment from the view outside the window of the car that Viktor was driving, and he turned towards Viktor, who had already handed h

Keith wiped the sweat dripping down his forehead using the back of his hand after making the last order of coffee drinks for his customer—an old woman with a sweet but sharp mouth named Gracia Winter—two cups of affogato and two chocolate croissants that Thomas had just brought out of the kitchen. "I heard from Aura that you were absent because you were not feeling well," the old woman looked at Keith with such a worried face. It was as if the old woman were asking that question to her own grandson, not a barista who was not even related to her. He guessed it was what any older woman would do to strangers. "Your face's complexion still does not look good, kid. Why did you decide to come to work today?" "I'm much better now, thank you so much for worrying about me," he tried to remain polite in answering the grannies' caring questions, though inside he was cursing his meddling nature. "Besides, I could not possibly let this cafe run without my supervision." "That's exactly what you s

Marie drummed her fingers on her desk several times. Since this morning, it had been difficult for her to focus on her computer screen once she arrived at her office. Even though there was so much work waiting to be completed by her. “Mrs Clark? Mrs Clark? Is there something bothering you?” Felicia's question, her personal assistant, pulled her out of her subconscious. She looked up and turned her attention from her computer screen to Felicia, who was apparently already in front of her, looking at her with a worried look. "What?" "Is something bothering you?" Felicia repeated her question again. "You seem worried about something." "No. Nothing,” Mari pushed her chair away from her desk while waving her hand in front of her face. "I'm more than fine, don't worry. Thank you for sending the documents I requested. You can return to your desk now." She made a gesture with her hand, signaling Felicia that she could return to her desk. But instead of following her orders, her personal a