Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell



Gareth pulled open the Ferrari's door and took out a bottle of 1988 whiskey and a Ghurka Royal cigar. "Mr. Zahn, this is our first meeting, and I bought this for you as a gift!"

Carlisle saw the whiskey and cigars Gareth was holding and felt suspicious. He suspected that his missing crate of whiskey and two Ghurka Royal cigars had been bought off by Gareth at a high price. The shop owner was much too unreliable.

Gordon did not know how much the gifts cost, but he could already tell from the packaging and the year that it must have been costly. He hastily raised a hand to refuse. "I'm very happy that you've come back with Carl. You don't need to give me a gift!"

Unlike Seamus and Cornelius, Gordon was very sincere, and there was no greed in his eyes.

Gareth raised an eyebrow and said, "Don't be so polite with me, Mr. Zahn. You're Carl's father, and it's natural for me to give you a gift at our first meeting. If you don't accept it, it'll make me feel like I can't visit you again."

Gordon hesitated and looked at Carlisle as if asking for his opinion.

Carlisle smiled and said, "Take it! I've already taken the Rolls-Royce he gave me!"

Gordon sighed and took the gifts with trembling hands.

He had never received such expensive gifts before and would be lying if he said he wasn'tNôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

nervous.

"Owen, which one is your father?" Gareth asked, looking at Owen.

Owen pointed to Sylvester, who was standing at the back of the crowd and smoking. "He's smoking over there!"

Gareth walked over to him with a Ghurka Royal cigar and a bottle of whiskey.

Sylvester was smoking to disguise his nervousness.

When he saw Gareth walking toward him, he hastily threw away the cigarette stub in his hand.

"Mr. Barlow, this is for you!"

"W-why do I get presents too?" Sylvester was panicking. He did not know whether to take it. Gareth smiled and said, "Didn't Owen tell you? I'm a shareholder of Dragonaire Studio!" "You're Mr. Spencer?" The people at Sylvester's table looked aghast.

Owen had told them last night that he was now the CEO of a company called Dragonaire Studio.

Dragonaire Studio had been established by Carlisle, while Gareth, the shareholder, had invested two hundred million in it.

Owen's parents were shocked at this information, and it had taken them the entire night to digest it.

They assumed Gareth was a business owner in his 40s or 50s. They hadn't expected him to be so young.

Gareth nodded and said, "That's me!"

Sylvester hastily pushed the gifts back to him. "I can't take your gifts! My son is young and inexperienced, and he'll need a lot of help from you in the future, Mr. Spencer."

Gareth was amused. He said, "That's another thing entirely. Owen and I are colleagues and friends. Just think of me as a friend of Owen's, and please accept the gifts!"

How could Sylvester refuse after that?

Carlisle also took out a Ghurka Royal cigar and a bottle of whiskey to give to Sylvester. "Carl..."

"Don't you think of me as Owen's friend?" Carlisle repeated what Gareth had said to shut Sylvester up.

Sylvester's eyes reddened as he held the cigars and two bottles of whiskey. "This is much too kind of you..."

As he spoke, he glanced at Yvette.

He could not understand why two people unrelated to him were treating him better than Yvette, who was supposedly part of the family.

Yvette did not even look at Sylvester.

Rory came up to them and asked, "Carl, what about me?"

Carlisle only had three Ghurka Royal cigars and eight bottles of whiskey.

He didn't have any cigars left, but he did have several bottles of whiskey.

He took a crate of whiskey from his car and said awkwardly, "I don't have any cigars left, but please accept these four bottles of whiskey."

Rory was a businessman, and he had seen liquor like that in the home of a big client. He had heard it cost about 60 thousand dollars per bottle, so he hurriedly smiled and said, "I was just joking! You can keep the whiskey for Gordon. I've been trying to stop drinking recently." Carlisle stuffed the liquor into his arms. "You have to take it even if you don't want to. If you're not going to drink it, you can keep it on display in your house."

Rory said sternly, "I really was joking. If you keep doing this, I'll get angry!"

The crate of 1988 whiskey was worth two hundred thousand dollars. How could he accept such an expensive gift?

Carlisle turned to look at Gordon and said, "Dad, Mr. Woodsen won't accept my gift, so you can't accept Sean's gift later, alright?"

Gordon nodded and said, "Okay!"

Sylvester spoke up, "Just take it, Rory. It's the thought that counts!"

Rory took the whiskey awkwardly and laughed in embarrassment. "You really shouldn't have spent so much."