Destined Entwining: Capturing My Devoted Beau-Chapter 732 - 378: Beauty Is in the Eye of the Beholder (Second Update, 1200+ Monthly Tickets)
"Would you reject a four-hundred-dollar gift?" Edward Foster asked nervously, "Or..."
Lawrence Winters quickly interrupted him, saying gently but firmly, "It’s just four hundred bucks for young Mr. Edward, but for me, it’s four million. If I take this car, how can I face my colleagues? It’s impossible."
Edward Foster rolled his eyes, wondering what spell he’d fallen under to take a liking to such a girl.
What’s wrong with being money-minded?
Just take the car keys and happily thank him, wouldn’t everyone be delighted?
But he realized he couldn’t let go of Lawrence Winters.
Edward Foster shook his head and said, "Alright, but do you like the car?"
"I love it! I absolutely love it!" Lawrence Winters thought of her recent twenty million commission and painfully said, "...How about I buy this car from young Mr. Edward?"
Edward Foster laughed and forcibly put the car keys into her hand, "Alright then, you keep driving it and see if you like it. If you don’t, give it back to me. If you do, we can talk about the price, okay? But remember, you can’t offer full price. That would insult my understanding as a wealthy heir!"
Lawrence Winters was really fond of this car and was eager to try out the world’s leading performance sports car, Aston Martin DBS.
She nodded, "Deal! I’ll drive it for two days and hope this car won’t disappoint me!"
Edward Foster stood in the corner of the parking lot, watching Lawrence Winters get into the sapphire blue Aston Martin, and then with a roar, the car shot away like an arrow.
No wonder it’s a world-class performance sports car; in Lawrence Winters’ hands, it reached new heights.
Even in the city where she could only drive at a snail’s pace, she could weave through traffic, enjoying the quick manual shifting and the powerful sudden acceleration.
When she came to, she realized she had driven near the community where her family lived.
The road at the entrance of the community has a speed limit.
She turned around, slowed down the car, and moved with the traffic toward the entrance of the community.
At this moment, she saw two familiar figures standing at the entrance of the community.
The woman stood with her back to her, with an elegant silhouette, beside her was a cherry blossom patterned LV suitcase, one hand carrying a birkin bag made of elephant skin, and the other holding the rod of the LV suitcase.
The woman had big wavy shoulder-length hair, and she was tilting her head while talking to the man opposite her.
If Lawrence Winters was not mistaken, the woman should be Spring Spencer, and the man, of course, was Kenneth Osborne.
Who knows what the two are saying at the entrance of the community...
Lawrence Winters glanced at these two, pressing her lips tightly without greeting them.
Since she changed cars and this car’s window tint was quite dark, people outside could barely make out who’s inside unless they looked carefully.
So Kenneth Osborne, standing on the sidewalk of the community, didn’t notice that Lawrence Winters was back.
It wasn’t until Lawrence Winters reached the community gate that she remembered her pass was still in that Grand Cherokee parked at the company lot. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
She had to roll down the window and show her face to the security guard at the community gate.
The guard opened the barrier and waved her in.
Lawrence Winters showed her face here, but Kenneth Osborne and Spring Spencer didn’t see her.
Spring Spencer was leaving the community when she happened to encounter Kenneth Osborne.
She called out to him proactively, greeting, "Mr. Kenneth."
Kenneth Osborne smiled and nodded, "President Spring visiting your father?"
Cameron Spencer bought Brooke Osborne a house in this community.
For over a month now, Cameron Spencer, Brooke Osborne, Winter, Mr. & Mrs. Osborne all lived here.
Brooke Osborne nodded and smiled, "Yes, just had dinner with them. By the way, I haven’t thanked you for leading our company to earn money."
Kenneth Osborne smiled, "President Spring, you’re too kind. You also helped us quite a bit; you deserve it."
"Ashamed, really, we didn’t help much. Ultimately, it was all pulled off by President Spring alone," Spring Spencer said with great admiration, "I don’t admire many people. Aiden Sheldon from the Sheldon Consortium is one, and now there’s also you."
Kenneth Osborne smiled faintly, "President Spring, you’re too polite. I’m nowhere near Chairman Spring or Mr. Sheldon; they are figures miles beyond me. Please don’t flatter me too much."
"Mr. Kenneth is really too modest," Spring Spencer said seriously, "Don’t underestimate yourself. I’ve met many people, but someone like you only emerges once every ten years or so. When Aiden Sheldon made his debut years ago, he made several acquisitions and leveraged nearly to the brink of bankruptcy. Yet six months later, the companies he acquired became pivotal enterprises for Sheldon Investment, now laying golden eggs."
"Otherwise, how could he maintain his top ranking on the billionaire list?"
"President Spring is well-versed in Mr. Sheldon’s history."
"Yes, I’ve admired him since my school days, even wrote my business school thesis on those acquisition cases of his—despite being twenty years old, they’ve yet to be surpassed."
Spring Spencer looked at Kenneth Osborne and encouraged, "But today, I’ve seen potential to transcend those cases in a business genius!"
Kenneth Osborne laughed, hands in his pockets, shaking his head, "President Spring, you’re really exaggerating. I’m actually more inclined towards technology; corporate management is a knowledge I’m studying on my own. In that regard, I’m not as good as President Spring, let alone the top of the food chain like Mr. Sheldon."
This time, his success in making special effects for Edward Foster’s company’s drama was fundamentally a triumph of technology, not company operations.
Spring Spencer laughed, "Mr. Kenneth is really too humble. Your special effects software can surpass hundreds or thousands of effects personnel with just a few servers."
"Just like you said, science and technology are the primary productive forces; I’ve truly understood this now."
Kenneth Osborne slightly nodded, "It’s not that exaggerated. The later revisions were based on the groundwork laid by the former staff. Otherwise, how could I have possibly done fifty episodes alone in a week?"
Indeed, it was Lawrence Winters who assisted him in debugging the software, after which he independently re-did fifty episodes using the software. Yet Kenneth Osborne still didn’t want to expose his business secrets.
Except for Lawrence Winters, nobody knows his AI special effects software not only enables deep machine learning but reaches an almost extraordinary level.
This technological leap is too advanced, so he’s still testing and verifying it while applying for software copyright.
Spring Spencer actually thought the same, now she’s confirmed it with Kenneth Osborne.
She smiled, nodding, "That’s because Mr. Kenneth tuned it well afterward; the results are much better than their previous version, truly a transformation from decay to magic. I guess this is what you meant by ’spirituality’?"
Kenneth Osborne didn’t explicitly respond, casually curling his lips, seemingly looking at his watch.
Generally, when someone makes this move, it indicates they no longer wish to chat, akin to ancient people offering tea to bid farewell.
Spring Spencer immediately understood Kenneth Osborne’s meaning and waved her hand, "I also have to go; my flight for vacation abroad is at seven tonight. By the way, what are you doing here? Did I keep you?"
Kenneth Osborne looked towards the community entrance path, a tender warmth in his gaze: "I’m waiting for Nora to come home."
Spring Spencer: "..."
Suddenly feeling fed with dog food.
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This is the second update for monthly ticket 1200, third update at 7:30 tonight.
Group kisses!
