In the presidents office of Gatsby Holdings, Jay Gatsby sat at his desk, gazing at the woman answering questions on the news from his laptop. It had been two years since they last met, and she had matured and become more sophisticated, no longer the cold student from college. Her experiences in the American business world had taught her cunning and how to conceal the fierceness in her eyes in public. Even, one moment she seemed like an unrivaled company leader, and the next, she transformed into a soft and vulnerable young woman.
If he hadnt known her so well before, he might not have been able to distinguish whether the girlish demeanor she displayed when answering questions about their relationship was an act or the real her.
Outside the door came a knock, and Jay Gatsby quickly closed his laptop. In walked his sister, Melissa Grant, "Brother..."
Seeing Jay Gatsby hastily close his laptop, Melissa Grant grinned mischievously, looking at Jay Gatsby, "Brother, today is Daisys return, I thought you were going to pick her up."
Jay Gatsby tossed the laptop aside, indifferently replied, "Why should I pick her up?"
"Ah..."
Melissa Grant deliberately sighed, sarcastically lamenting, "I dont know who it was, knowing that my sister-in-law was about to return, insisting on dragging me to choose a gift, and ended up complaining about my poor taste. I even booked the restaurant for the meeting and studied the menu several times, but at the critical moment, I hid in the office, secretly watching the news."
"Is your HR department very idle?"
Jay Gatsby picked up a document from the table, pretending to review it: "If its that idle, Ill consider changing you to another department?"
"Brother, I was wrong!" Melissa Grant quickly said, "Arent I just worried about you? You and my sister-in-law havent seen each other for two years. If you want to remarry this time, shouldnt you hurry up?"
Jay Gatsby sighed and patiently explained, "If I had gone to pick her up this time, then tomorrows front-page news would definitely not be about her return to resolve the current crisis at Buchanan Enterprises, but about us, rekindling our romance, and possibly remarrying. Such news might not be good for Buchanan Enterprises right now, moreover..."
He smiled confidently, picking up his phone and showing off to Melissa Grant, "I have a feeling that even if I dont go to her, she will come to me."
Just as Melissa Grant was about to scoff at his self-love, Jay Gatsbys phone suddenly rang. On the other end was her cold voice: "Meet."
Jay Gatsby looked at Melissa Grant, smugly raised his eyebrows, stood up, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the traffic below: "Alright, see you in twenty minutes."
In the exquisite and gorgeous restaurant, apart from the service staff, there were no other guests. Daisy looked at the surroundings and asked, "Is Mr. Gatsby always so extravagant, even clearing the place for a meal?"
Jay Gatsby sat opposite her, his eyes filled with mischief, "It depends on who Im dining with. For a beautiful lady like Miss Buchanan, I really dont want others to take a second look."
Saying that, he placed a cup of freshly brewed honey lemon water in front of her: "Here, I know you dont like sweet things, but after talking so much, your throat should be sore without it."
Daisy glanced at the honey lemon water in front of her, then at the dishes the waiter brought that she liked, and finally at Jay Gatsby: "Mr. Gatsby is so kind to me, for a moment, I thought you still had lingering feelings for me."
"You dont have to just almost."
Jay Gatsby continued to tease her: "I have never forgotten Miss Buchanan, especially the time we were married, it was the happiest time of my life."
Daisy gazed at him quietly. The man in front of her was handsome, composed, yet sly and cunning like a fox.
Even during their marriage, she couldnt tell whether what he said to her was true or false.
Jay Gatsby said that the time they were married was the happiest of his life, but for her, it didnt really feel that way.
Jay Gatsby had no feelings for her, and she had no affection for Jay Gatsby. Although they had just gotten married, they were like a couple who had been together for seven or eight years, eating and sleeping together. She was not good at being coquettish and had no topics to talk about with Jay Gatsby. In short, although they lived together, the feelings between them were very distant.
Their marriage didnt last long, only three months. She said she wanted a divorce, Jay Gatsby said okay, without any intention of retention, and even prepared some property division for her after the divorce.
It seemed that for him, getting married was just a whim, and marrying her was just a passing interest.
"Can I ask you a question?" Thinking of the past, Daisy looked at Jay Gatsby.
Seeing Jay Gatsby nod, she continued, "Why did you agree to marry me at that time?"
Jay Gatsbys hand paused, then he glanced at her and curved the corners of his lips: "Because I liked you."
"Do you think I would believe that?" Faced with Jay Gatsbys cunning attitude, Daisy frowned.
Jay Gatsby put on a heartbroken expression and replied with a grievance, "At that time, you also said you liked me, and I believed it..."
"That was a lie to you, and I think with Mr. Gatsbys intelligence, you shouldnt believe it either."
Daisy interrupted him, and then asked unceremoniously, "Now, can you tell me why?"
Jay Gatsby stirred his coffee, and after a while, he smiled wickedly, "Miss Buchanan, you said yourself that you are very likely to become the future head of Buchanan Enterprises. Marrying you is very beneficial to me. Its also good for the companies of both our families. Moreover..."
He paused, his gaze scanning Daisy up and down, and for a moment, Daisy felt like she was back on that night two years ago: "Miss Buchanans own conditions are also very good. I think no normal man could remain calm at that time."
The intentional or unintentional hint made Daisy feel inexplicably ashamed. She was silent for a moment, then pushed a file bag towards Jay Gatsby: "Regarding the current crisis of Buchanan Enterprises, I need your help."
Seeing her change the subject, Jay Gatsby smiled nonchalantly, glanced at the file bag, and said, "Miss Buchanan, you know, I am a businessman. Businessmen go where there is profit. What can you give me if I help you?"
"The advertising agency of Buchanan Enterprises for the next three years."
Daisy tapped on the file bag on the table and said, "I think, Mr. Gatsby, you should be interested."
Jay Gatsby was quite surprised and replied, "I am quite interested in the advertising agency of Buchanan Enterprises, but that doesnt mean I cant get it. With the connection between the Gatsbys and the Buchanans, I believe as long as I say a word to your father, he will definitely bring the contract to me without saying a word. Miss Buchanan, before asking for help, its best to figure out what I want the most."
Daisy fell silent. Indeed, with the current strength of Buchanan Enterprises and Gatsby Holdings, she really didnt have anything that could be used as leverage for Jay Gatsby.
However, apart from this, she couldnt think of anything else that could move Jay Gatsby.
"What do you want, Mr. Gatsby? Can you give me a hint?"
"You."
Daisy was stunned for a moment, then heard Jay Gatsby mumble as if explaining, "In a while, its Melissas birthday. You know, that girl has always liked you. She wants to go to the mountains with her friends to watch the meteor shower. How about going together..."