Chapter 1062: Nine Parts Truth, One Part Lie (Second Update, Please Vote for Monthly Ticket!)

Chapter 1062 -497: Nine Parts Truth, One Part Lie (Second Update, Please Vote for Monthly Ticket!)

The host glanced around, leaned in close to Lawrence Winters and whispered, “We had already contacted Mr. York before, it was Mr. Zuko’s request…”

“And what happened?” Lawrence Winters smirked, thinking there surely wasn’t a good outcome.

Indeed, the host lowered his voice further and said, “…We only mentioned Mrs. Fang’s entrustment, wanted to talk with Mr. York, but Mr. York politely declined, saying that he and Miss Tang… are nothing more than ordinary friends… It’s his wife who is on high alert, jumping at shadows…”

Lawrence Winters was slightly stunned, “Did he watch our Celestial Path Sect live stream on social media?”

“…He didn’t know before, but after we talked to him about his wife’s entrustment, he should have known. Then, he should also know that Miss Tang harbors resentment towards him, demanding he ‘deserves it.'” The host’s expression was full of implication.

Lawrence Winters felt a complexity hard to express.

This really is… Something that wasn’t simple to begin with, made more complicated by Mr. Zuko…

Lawrence Winters took a deep breath and said, “I’ll give it a try… By the way, could you ask the judges if it complies with the rules if I contact Mr. York directly?”

The host quickly said, “No problem, I’ll go ask now.”

Before long, the host consulted with the judges and the preparation committee and gave Lawrence Winters a definite reply: “Lawrence, both the judges and the preparation committee say that as long as your actions are reasonable and legal, there’s no need to worry about violating the rules.”

Upon hearing this, Lawrence Winters instantly recognized Evan Stetford’s tone.

A slight stir occurred in her heart.

He always strives, within the scope of his capacity and the rules, to provide her with the greatest support.

But the stir in her heart was only momentary, like the jolt of adrenaline upon seeing a limited edition designer handbag in a boutique.

Yet when it comes time to pay for that limited edition designer handbag and take it home, she remains undecided.

She doesn’t know the reason, perhaps it’s fate’s timing.

Like how Kenneth Osborne’s kindness could make her so enthralled and impulsive that she went against her previous beliefs and married him.

Yet Evan Stetford’s kindness allows her to calmly analyze and judge its value here…

Still, she couldn’t deny that her mood improved greatly, her spirit lifted, “Alright, I’ll give it a try.”

…

In the evening, Lawrence Winters looked out from Quentin Parker’s mansion window and saw Mr. York’s BMW 7 Series luxury sedan driving into the neighborhood from outside.

Lawrence Winters hurriedly left the mansion, got into the Porsche sports car Quentin lent her, and drove toward Mrs. Fang’s house.

Soon both her car and Mr. York’s car arrived one after the other to the roadside near their house entrance.

Mr. York sensed a car seemed to be following him, so he didn’t drive into his home’s driveway but stopped on the roadside by the garden gate.

Lawrence Winters also stopped behind him.

Mr. York himself got out of the car, walked over to Lawrence Winters’ car, expressionless, and knocked on her window.

Lawrence Winters lowered the deep tea-colored window, leisurely took off her sunglasses, and gave Mr. York a radiant smile, “Mr. York, off work?”

Isaac York hadn’t expected the one following him was a strikingly beautiful young lady.

Her pair of sparkling eyes focused on him, her smile gentle and charming, with a hint of unspoken allure and somewhat familiar.

Generally speaking, men always extend more tolerance toward women, and for familiar beautiful women, that tolerance becomes mysteriously deeper.

Isaac York was just an ordinary man, naturally no exception.

He habitually stood up straight, inserted both hands into his pants pockets, curled his lips, and slowly smiled, “Miss, may I ask why you’ve been following my car?”

Lawrence Winters quickly sized up Isaac York.

He’s almost fifty but maintains a good physique, his hair finely styled, no white hair, slightly naturally curly.

His eyes are dark and profound like the night, the whites clear with an elusive hint of robin’s egg blue.

Below the corner of his eye, there’s a tiny black mole resembling a tear mole, adding a touch of inexplicable sentimentality to his handsome face.

His nose is high and straight, lips slightly pressed, with years bringing steadiness and solemnity, attracting at least seven or eight out of ten women.

And he likely knows his allure, thus always maintaining the best posture and demeanor.

Lawrence Winters’ eyes flashed, smiled softly and said, “Is this Mr. Isaac York? I am a contestant in this Celestial Path Sect competition, and I think our host has contacted you about Mrs. Fang entrusting us, I’d like to discuss this with you…”