All Chapters of Goodbye, My Love: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Britney paused for a moment as she adjusted her father's collar, her brows furrowed slightly. How had she forgotten this? The voice that spoke wasn’t anyone else but her eldest uncle, Maxwell. “Are you all going out for dinner?” Jamiya asked, half-joking, though it was clear from her tone that her words were laced with sarcasm. Jamiya was linked arm in arm with Maxwell, with Geovanni trailing behind them, looking displeased. “Hey big brother, you’re here.” Quinten greeted them politely as always, not letting their veiled words affect his demeanor. Diana also instructed the servants to bring tea. Britney sent a message to Manuel, letting him know she’d be late, and then sat down as a formality. “I’m afraid if I don’t come over soon, you’ll forget about me as your big brother!” Maxwell slammed his tea cup down onto the coffee table. “Of course not!” Quinten forced a smile. “You’ll always be my big brother.” “You say that because I’m your big brother! What kind of position did y

Hodge Private Restaurant was the only private restaurant in Goldmoor. Located on the side of Goldmoor Green Garden Street, its elegant architectural style immediately captured the eye. Covering 1,000 square meters, the restaurant was surrounded by beautiful scenery and winding paths, with the legend that it had once been a private residence of the Duke of the region. Though not adorned with luxurious gold and glitter, it was the slightly worn-down entrance and courtyard that somehow drew you in. The most important thing was the exceptional cuisine inside, which attracted countless people eager to try its delicacies. To dine at this restaurant, reservations had to be made six months in advance, and even the Hammond family was no exception. Moreover, the restaurant had a rule: customers could not order dishes; the meal was served as a set, chosen randomly. However, everyone who had dined there praised the experience. At this moment, inside a room decorated in an old-fashioned style,

Britney stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the busy traffic below. Though everything else was in order, the most crucial task right now was to find the right manufacturer within the next two weeks. The Hammond Group had long-term, established partnerships with certain manufacturers, but after discussions with Hugh, it became clear that the equipment from their old suppliers no longer met their new requirements. The company had previously attempted to expand but failed, and the problem likely stemmed from this aspect. When they asked the factory managers about introducing new equipment, the response was that they would agree to bring in the proposed machinery—on the condition that a payment of fifty million for materials be made upfront. At first, everything was in the exploratory phase. If such a large investment were made in materials without clear results, and if the attempt failed, the company would essentially be stuck with a pile of useless material

Sitting in the back seat, Malia and Rylie exchanged glances. Although they hadn't heard each other's thoughts, it was easy to tell from their leader's expression that the other party was definitely not someone to be trifled with. This was the world of the elite! Of course, they weren't the gossiping type. For a moment, the car was silent. The black sedan pulled up in front of the Platinum Hotel. Britney got out of the car, instantly regaining her professional demeanor. “Rylie, be ready to act appropriately. When you meet him, know your place, but don't forget to flatter him!” They arrived twenty minutes ahead of their scheduled time at the reserved private room. Britney instructed Malia to double-check with the hotel staff, and once everything was confirmed, the three of them turned their phones to silent and began waiting for their guest. “Mr. Montes, you’ve finally arrived!” Malia greeted from outside the room, her voice neither too loud nor too soft, just at the right volume

Downstairs? Which downstairs? “Platinum!” The voice interrupted Britney’s guess. Manuel, are you seriously spying on me? Do I have no secrets left? Five minutes later, Britney went downstairs and saw the impressive Ford parked outside, turning heads with its bold, sleek look. The black car gleamed in the light, and Manuel, wearing a dark blue long coat, was casually leaning against it, holding a bouquet of vibrant roses. As he saw Britney walking toward him, a gentle gleam flickered in his deep eyes. Britney approached and stood in front of the tall and graceful Manuel, feeling small beside him. He seemed like the moon in the sky—cool, noble, and out of reach. Taking the roses from him, Manuel opened the passenger door for Britney and gentlemanly shielded her from the rain. Since Bryant was sent to Britney, Manuel had either Raiden drive her or he would drive himself. “Manuel, with three bouquets of flowers from you every day, I’m starting to run out of space to put them!” Sin