Take Me Away

Chapter 272 Who Called Me Gigolo

Although there were only two of them, the atmosphere was cozy and harmonious. Jacob was a doctor

who had saved the life and helped the injured. He had always been a good man in the patient's heart

for many years. He took good care of Vivian at home and as a mother and father. Jacob had lived most

of his life, and he never let go of anything else. Vivian's marriage was the most important thing in his

life. Now, the appearance of Terence truly fulfilled his dream.

"Terence is a good boy. If you can settle down with him, I will die without anything to regret."

"Pooh, Pooh, Pooh!" Vivian complained with disagree, "Dad, you're too young to regret even if you die!

We are waiting for you to teach our new baby to play chess! "

"Okay." Jacob nodded with a smile and said, "Come on, let's have dinner."

"Got it." Vivian praised while eating, "Dad, your dishes are still as delicious as before."

"How about inviting Terence to eat with us next time?"

"Terence, Terence..." Vivian snorted, "Why do you always think of him? What drugs did he feed you? "

Jacob smiled, in a word, Terence was a good boy. Vivian had no idea what Terence had done behind

her back, nor did she know that he had pacified her father a long time ago. Although she had a little

complaint on her face, her heart had long been filled with sweetness, as if she was sweet to jump into

Terence's arms at the moment.

At the same time, at the MS Tea House.

Clara was wearing a light blue cheongsam with a short sleeved cloak, and her hair was coiled into a

ponytail, which exposed her slender neck. With a hairpin in her hair, she walked toward Terence

steadily. She then walked a few steps forward, slightly crouched down, gently bowed to him and

smiled.

"I'm sorry Miss Clara. I'm afraid that I have to bow to you, too." Terence replied with a smile. He took

back his amazement and thought, 'Vivian is so beautiful in a cheongsam, isn't she?'

"In the club, I always wear like this." Clara smiled, "It's also for the convenience of performing tea

ceremony later."

"Really?" Terence became a little interested. "It's my honor to meet Miss Clara's performance."

Pursing her lips, Clara smiled. Her every move was not like the domineering posture she wore in a tight

skirt and high-heeled shoes, but a combination of an elegant lady and a daughter.

"Mr. Terence, please don't mind it." "Mr. Terence, please have a seat," Clara said politely.

When Terence was about to nod his head, a voice came from outside the door, "Manager Clara, your

guest has arrived."

"Let them in." Clara said flatly. Then, a hollowed out wooden door was opened, and two men and a

woman walked in. They greeted each other simply and spoke for the cooperation case.

In the meanwhile, Clara performed a whole set of traditional style black dragon tea skill, and every

move was threw into air, with a delicate temperament. The faint fragrance of the tea seemed to be

intoxicating.

"Manager Clara, you are such good at playing the tea skills. I am so attracted by your talent and skills.

If this show video is shown on the Internet, it can definitely attract a large number of people."

"That's right. I think the cooperation is settled in this way, right? If Mr. Terence and Manager Clara work

together, you will surely do a good job. "

The party was a feast of compliments. The reason why Clara asked some old clients to come was that

she wanted Terence to settle the matter as soon as possible.

Terence had never been involved in such things so he had some scruples. But since it was a chance

and he had thought a lot before, he immediately agreed and put the cooperation on the agenda.

The smile on Clara's face grew larger and larger. But what surprised her most was Terence's

understanding and love of tea. He sang leisurely on the tea table, and every word he said was

appropriate, revealing his knowledge and experience. 'Terence, how stupid I am! Why didn't I meet you

earlier?

After drinking a cup of tea, Terence looked at his watch calmly. It was almost half past nine. If he left

now, he could return to the villa and make a call to Vivian without delay.

Several clients were still talking, and Clara's eyes had been focused on Terence. The moment he

looked at the watch, Clara also noticed it.

"Excuse me, everyone..."

"Everyone."

When Terence was about to say something, Clara said before him, "It's late now. Since we have

reached the cooperation intention, why don't we come here today?"

A tinge of surprise flashed across Terence's face. He looked up and saw the meaningful look in Clara's

eyes. Then, he wore a smile with gratefulness.

After seeing off the clients, Terence and Carla walked along the pathway inside the club while chatting

with each other.

"Thank you, Miss Clara."

"Nothing." "I'm also a little tired," Clara added

"Then go back and have a good rest." The distance between Terence and Clara was insurmountable.

"We still need to pay attention to our future cooperation. Manager Clara, you should pay more attention

to your health condition now."

Upon hearing the word "Manager Clara", Clara could tell that Terence was joking. With a bright smile

on her face, she said excitedly, "Mr. Terence, this is the first time that you have played a joke on me..."

Terence was slightly stunned, but then relieved. "What I said is also sincere."

Facing Terence, Clara was about to smile when she saw the three figures behind Terence. Her

expression changed and she quickly said, "Mr. Terence, come on, follow me."

"What's wrong?" When Terence frowned, Clara already pulled his hand and took him forward

regardless of anything. The warm touch of her hand slightly stunned Terence. Before he could get rid of

it, he was stopped by two men.

Clara hurriedly pulled Terence's hand and was about to leave. But when she turned around, there was

another man behind her.

The three men looked at Clara mischievously, chewed the gum, looked at her up and down and then

glanced at Terence. One of them said, "No wonder manager Clara doesn't want to play with us. It turns

out she has a gigolo."

Gigolo? What a joke! Terence sneered in his heart. It was the first time that he had met such a bold

man who called him a gigolo?

"What nonsense are you talking about?" An angry look appeared on Clara's face. Frightened as she

was, she showed an imposing manner. She pointed at the door of the club and said, "You are not

welcome here. Get out! Otherwise, I will call the police! "

"Call the police? Are you scaring me? " The three of them moved forward and said fiercely, "We are

spending money! You want to drive us away? You are still wet behind the ears! "

Terence frowned and thought in his mind, 'What kind of hooligan is this?'? He could have stopped

them, but he did not speak. In his heart, he did not want to have too much contact with Clara. The story

of being a hero rescuing a beauty tensed the atmosphere. He didn't want Vivian to misunderstand him.

"Manager Clara, you look so beautiful in this dress!" One of them stared at Clara and said lasciviously,

"Do you want to play with us in the room?" As he spoke, he grabbed Clara's hand.

"Let me go!" shouted Clara, who was dragged forward by that man.

Although Terence felt helpless, he still stretched out his hand and seized the man's arm. He frowned

and said sternly, "Let her go!"

"Hey, is that toy boy speaking?" Then the three of them turned to look at Terence and shook off Clara.

"Mr. Terence..." At that moment, Clara was really scared. When she was about to speak, she was

stopped behind by Terence. There was a surge of warmth in her heart suddenly.

Terence's eyes darkened. That bastard not only scolded him, but also threatened him to be a hero.

Damn it!

"I didn't hear clearly. Who called me gigolo?" Said Terence in a cold voice.

"I said it! What do you want? " The man sitting in front of Terence straightened up and smiled proudly.

However, before he could say anything, his wrist was broken by Terence. He raised his other hand and

slapped his face. He gritted his teeth and said, "I won't let you keep saying such dirty words!"

"Ah -- ah --" the man screamed like a pig being killed. The other two threatened to help, but the security

guards had arrived. The three hooligans were scared.

"Spare me, sir! Please forgive me! " The man who was seized by Terence cried out.

"Humph!" Terence shook off that man's hand coldly. The three fled like scurrying with the security

guards on. 'Son of a bitch! Who the hell do you think you are? It was their honor to be beaten by him.

"Mr. Terence, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" Clara asked.

"Nothing." Terence shook his head and asked, "Miss Clara, are you all right?" Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"No, I'm fine." Clara also shook her head and said gratefully, "Thank you, Mr. Terence."

"I just can't stand them curse me like that anymore." Terence sighed, "Miss Clara, you'd better not get

involved with these people. They are really hard to deal with."

"I know." It was rare to see her look fatigued. "But doing business makes me feel helpless. They have

come several times before, and I think they are very difficult to deal with. If not, I wouldn't have dodged

the attack just now. "

With a frown, Terence put his hand in his pocket and added, "I think you should be protected by more

people." Clara's eyes lit up, as soon as she opened her mouth, Terence's phone rang.

Ding——

"I'm sorry." Terence apologized and picked up the phone. As soon as he saw the number, his eyebrows

became smooth. "Hello?"

"Mr. Terence, it's past ten. Why didn't you call me?" The voice of Vivian with a smile came the other

end of the line, "Didn't you say that you would be home at ten o'clock? Have you returned home? "

"Not yet." Replied Terence with a rising tone of voice. "But I'll be back soon."

"Why haven't you come back?" Vivian said sweetly.

"Mr. Terence, can you drive me home later?" Clara asked in a medium voice towards the direction of

his phone, biting her lips.

Terence suddenly stopped speaking on the other side of the phone. He frowned and was about to

speak but the phone was suddenly hanged up.

Terence had no choice but to close his eyes helplessly, turn around and said to Clara indifferently, "You

did it on purpose."

"Yes, you're right. I did it on purpose."