One Night Surprise

Chapter 275 Losing Is Not Part of My Vocabulary

Dressed in a crisp black suit, James bore a strong resemblance to Alexander—be it in his physique or his features. However, the way with which James carried himself was completely different to Alexander.

From a glance, he was far more approachable than Alexander.

However, upon Courtney’s appraisal of him, she had a strong feeling that his affability was merely a show. “There’s no need for that, President Duncan. I must get going if I want to hand over these order sheets to the factory. The sooner I do that, the less chance I have of disappointing Sakura Group.”

“You have a keen sense of duty, Miss Hunter.” James smiled as he spoke in a pleasant voice. “I heard that my cousin is here at the Hunter Group as well. You know, it takes a lot for a proud man like Alexander to accept a job as the head of finance in a medium-sized enterprise. I guess you’re the only person who has the power of persuasion over him.”

Courtney hated it when men spoke with snide implications and she immediately bristled at the tone of his voice. “You won’t get anything out of me,” she snapped irritably. “I suggest that you mind your own business, President Duncan. We wouldn’t want a repeat of what happened the last time, would we? Remember that fateful slip-up? Don’t forget that the higher you are, the harder you will fall.”

Upon hearing that, James narrowed his eyes and remarked pointedly, “It seems that my cousin tells you everything.”

“I would have discovered it anyway even if he didn’t tell me about it. I used to work at Sunhill, so I know a thing or two about the company’s evolution.”

“Is that so?” He scoffed. “Everything that you think you know about Sunhill is just the tip of the iceberg. They don’t publish the truth in the papers, so don’t kid yourself into thinking that you know what’s really going on behind the scenes.”

“I don’t need to know the whole truth to understand that you can always fall a second or third time.”

“What if I say that I have never lost?” James challenged. He lifted his chin as a smug look passed over his face as he retorted. “What if I simply spent the last three years fortifying my foundation—do you really think that constitutes me being the loser? Losing is not part of my vocabulary.”

Courtney frowned. “What do you mean?”

However, he raised a brow in disdain and appeared to have lost interest in their conversation. “I can see that you refuse to extend any form of courtesy toward me, so I won’t force your hand any longer. Until we meet again, Miss Hunter.” With that, he turned on his heels and made his way into the elevator.

standing in the same spot. She could still hear his voice in her head. ‘Losing is

iffy about the way he said those words. Also, what does he mean

car had pulled in the garage at Hunter Group until Natasha pointed it out. Courtney snapped out of her reverie and looked dazed as

arrived. Aren’t you getting

order sheets and documents over to Bill.

she took the paperwork and

and sped

management policies that were different from other institutions and as a result,

waited at the campus entrance for close to ten minutes

sounded anxious over the

from three years ago—I think James may have something to do with it.” Courtney did not waste any time as she cut straight to the point. The both of them stood by the entrance while she shared about her encounter with

on what James had said. After a while, he lifted his head and patted the backseat of his bicycle. “This isn’t the place to

Courtney exclaimed as she warily eyed the back

would have asked you to drive your car, but the school

bicycle is fine. I’ll get on,” she reluctantly replied and perched as gracefully

bicycle, but she was simply not dressed for the occasion. Clad in a beige-colored woollen long coat which was draped over a bodycon vintage teal dress with lace embellishments, she

the way, Courtney tightly held her coat to avoid it from being entangled in the wheels. When they arrived outside the milk tea shop on campus, she heard the sound of tearing fabric as she descended the bicycle. She looked down and saw that her dress was caught by the metal wire

looked apologetic. “I’m sorry,

fine,” Courtney answered with a resigned smile. “I knew this dress

promise I’ll buy you another

how much the dress

doesn’t matter. I’ll still get

on campus, thereafter staking out a quiet corner. He called out while craning his neck, “Hi, can we get two hot caramel macchiatos