CHAPTER 419: WHO STOLE MY IDEA?

George saw Lauretta leaving her house, heading towards the company. Struck by her beauty, as she wore a Blue suit Jacket to match her white stony Camisole and the blue material trousers, her fair skin shone clearer than the last time he had long seen her. He greeted her warmly. "Good morning, Lauretta. It's always a pleasure to see you." George had wanted to greet a friend in Lauretta's estate but had bumped into Lauretta. Lauretta wondered why George was at her estate. Or was he aching to see her, knowing she hadn't been in New York for weeks? Lauretta smiled, her eyes lighting up. "Good morning, George. How are you holding up?" George was surprised at how she had greeted him; her mannerisms and the way she had composed herself were unlike before; many things had about Lauretta; this time, he could see growth and maturity written all over her. "I'm doing better, thanks to your support during Carol's abduction. I can't thank you enough," George said sincerely. He has to appreciate