Chapter 387 Birthday Banquet
Entering from behind, Kevin informed, “Well, I’ve recently gotten to know someone by the name of Peterson Walker. He told me that he has a crush on you and is hoping to celebrate your birthday with you tomorrow.”
Jennifer narrowed her eyes.
Peterson was known as a master of deep breathing skills and tranquility. He was also a distinguished guest of many politicians.
However, Jennifer knew that a master of deep breathing skills was simply a disguise for his actual identity as a broker.
Apparently, the most classic incident back then was when he gave Joshua a slap, but the latter dared not go against him.
A broker meant that he was a bridge for politicians to communicate with each other for corruption.
Any businessman who wished to get acquainted with a politician would require the help from Peterson to introduce them.
Therefore, although Peterson seemed to be a quack, he actually had an astounding identity.
Technically, he had inherited his father’s work as his father used to be a broker as well, who had always been active and powerful at Terrandya Provincial Center.
Furthermore, Joshua had also looked for Peterson.
Unwilling to get involved with such people, Jennifer flatly rejected, “There’s no need for that. I have my own plans tomorrow.”
Linda’s expression became grave and stern. “That won’t do! Mr. Walker adores you a lot, and he has already booked a restaurant for tomorrow, which is at Grand Laurel!”
Jennifer was startled.
Grand Laurel was a lavish restaurant, with average spending of ten thousand and above for each person.
While Kevin beamed from ear to ear, his cheeks were scarlet red, indicating that he had consumed some alcohol. “He has booked thirty tables to celebrate your birthday!”
Thirty tables would fit more than three hundred guests, which would cost three million, meaning that the expenses for the entire banquet would be five million at least.
Fully aware of what was on Kevin and the others’ minds, Jennifer snapped impatiently, “No means no. I’m not going!”
Now that she was involved with the construction of Lord Campbell Avenue and the land reclamation project, she would require assistance from someone like Peterson to be able to progress further. Owning a vast connection of networks, Peterson was also young and rich.
Linda’s expression instantly darkened. “I don’t care. Rest well tonight. Peterson will be picking you up tomorrow!”
Bang! Jennifer shut the door and sent Donald a text: Pick me up earlier tomorrow.
The man replied: Okay, I will be there at eight in the morning. I’ve booked a restaurant.
Jennifer responded: There’s no need for any extravagance. Something simple will do. Also, have you consulted the doctors you found?
Donald wrote: They have no idea how to treat me. Well, let’s see how things unfold. Goodnight. After replying, Donald turned off his phone.
The next morning, Jennifer put on a thin layer of delicate makeup before eight. Dressed in the long pink coat that Donald bought her, she matched it with a V-neck blouse, revealing her slender neck, as well as a pair of jeans and boots.
Her stunning figure and elegant aura were mesmerizing.
The moment she opened the door, she fell stunned at the sight of a young man close to his thirties on the couch, sizing her up.
Although his appearance was average, he was clad in an expensive suit while exuding ferocity.
It was Peterson, the master of deep breathing skills and a broker.
While Linda was serving him some beverage to butter him up, Kevin gazed at Peterson ingratiatingly.
From Linda’s and Kevin’s perspectives, Peterson was an enigma whose words carried weight at Provincial Center.
Rising from his seat, Peterson strode toward Jennifer and reached out his hand as he greeted her politely, “Jennifer, I’ve known you for quite some time now, but I believe that this is the first time that you’re meeting me. Let me introduce myself. I’m Peterson Walker, while my father is Brandon Walker.”
Kevin and Linda exchanged glances, noticing the delight in each other’s eyes.
