Enchanted By His Charm

Chapter 819 819: Was It Hard To Find Someone?

"In all these years, he has never had a fixed date. I thought I would still have a chance. After all, I am the woman who stays for the longest time with him. I don't hesitate to use Britney to get close to him, by the way, I can get his attention again, but Joseph's heart is too ruthless, and he has never taken me seriously." Britney sounded lonely, but her voice was wrapped with hatred.

Leo got up. "To tell you the truth, I'm not interested in listening to the history of your relationship with Joseph. As for in what kind of way you want to return to Joseph, that's your business. I just want to remind you to be careful. Do you think Joseph won't notice your plan? He is too smart to get fooled. He seems to always treat you as an outsider and never his lover."

"I've been with Joseph for three years, and I've loved him for so many years. You know, once a woman falls in love with a man, she can do anything." Britney firmly uttered.

Leo was impatient and simply put the cup aside. "For the sake of your support for me today, I would like to remind you that it is best to help your sister out of her difficulties first. The way is very simple. If you let Becky go to find Irish, she can deal with you clearly, and there is a way to calm this matter down, but as far as I know about Irish, her temper is very strange. It's hard to convince her."

Seeing him leaving, Britney sneered. "What are you worried about? Being afraid I'll know your last card?"

"Do you have the ability to do that?" Leo stopped and asked.

Britney came up to him and smiled. "For three years, I accompanied him for three years, and even if I didn't get along with him day and night, I still knew some of his habits. Do you think I don't have this ability?" But Britney gently touched his chest, smiled, and turned away.

Leo froze slightly.

Fredrick came up with a glass, looked at Britney's back, took a sip of his wine, and asked, "She's going to fight Joseph?"

"It's really humiliating to be refused by the Runestone Group." Leo spat out.

Fredrick smiled, said nothing, took a glass of wine, and handed it to Leo.

Leo took it over thoughtfully and said, "Although the Runestone Group did not publicize to the outside world, Roy did completely hand his power to Joseph, coupled with his 2% share of the Runestone stake, now he can sit on an equal footing with the Lake family."

"Roy ran away, but the status as the eldest son of the Lake family and as the Runestone Group chairman couldn't be deprived." Fredrick calmly mentioned.

Leo looked at him. "In this case, you can't transcend Joseph to achieve his goal. Joseph can block you. You can't remove Roy."

Fredrick coldly sneered, "Then get rid of Joseph first."

"It's a big project." Leo was not surprised, and his tone was very weak, "If you want to eliminate Joseph, at first, you need to split the people around him."

Fredrick was silent for a while, raised his eyes again, and there was a bright and dark flash of light. "You mean, Irish?"

Leo smiled gently and toasted a glass to him. "If you want to remove Roy, you have to kick out Joseph, and if you want to make Joseph defeated, Irish is the key."

Fredrick thought about it, looked up, and drank the remaining wine.

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It rained heavier, splashing thousands of drops of water on the gray tile and then flowing down the edge of the tile.

Irish walked along the turquoise lane like a wandering soul, and the gloomy sky swallowed up her shadow. In the long alley, she was the only one wandering, her umbrella swaying in the wind and rain. She stepped on a small puddle, and her shoes were soaked when the drops splashed.

There was no time to take care of it. Her heel flushed, her wet trousers clung to her calf, and the cold went straight into her bone.

Finally, Irish could no longer walk, stopped in front of a closed shop, took her umbrella, and curled up under the eaves that could shelter herself from the rain. Her fingers were too cold to bend, and she lost consciousness, and the address on the paper, which had been clenched by her hand, was blown away by the wind.

Irish watched the paper with the address on it fluttering in the wind and rain, and then it was hit by the rain on the bluestone not far away, like a bird that could no longer fly and finally drowned in flood.

For more than two hours, she asked the owners of the shops according to the address, one by one, and some of them had never seen Joseph at all, and only one said he had been here but had gone.

She always seemed to be a step late, always unable to catch up with Joseph's pace.

Later, Irish began to walk along the ancient town, eager to knock from door to door. As long as the shop opened, she went forward to ask if they had seen Joseph.

How could they have seen him?

Everyone looked at her with inexplicable eyes.

The little eaves covered the rainy sky on one side, and the wet and cold wind wet her cheeks, clothes, and hair. Irish experienced a process from anxiety to madness to despair, and finally, she only had the strength to watch rainwater splashing on the ground.

Shivering, she pulled out her cell phone.

The signal was madly weak.

Only 5% of the battery was left. She dared not easily use the Internet because as long as she clicked on the web page, the mobile phone would soon be drained, and her only hope now was that positioning could still play some role.

Her aunt's cry kept hitting her head, making her heart pain. Until now, she had only seen her aunt cry so hard once when her mother died, and her aunt's cry at that time dragged people into feeling the pain too.

Irish's tears just fell down, she was unable to control them.

Joseph, where were you?

Deep despair shrouded her, like a dense plastic bag that strangled her and sucked away the air, and her breath became harder and harder.

Was it hard to find someone?

It was not hard.

As long as you had his address, or knew his phone number, or knew the situation of his family or friends, even in any way you could find the person you were looking for.

But what if none of these work? You couldn't get through to him. His family or the people around him didn't know where he was going. You never knew where he would be next second or where he was going. Could you still find him?

Irish finally realized that finding someone in this world was not easy.

When mobile phones became furnishings, when the Internet was no longer available, when this person did not leave any information, then he could disappear without a trace in the huge world.

She wanted to find Joseph, and the idea from the beginning was strong, but to the last, it was a helpless despair. This journey was very short, but Irish was tortured painfully.