28: WE WILL NEVER KNOW...

WE WILL NEVER KNOW...

"Please don't believe such rumors, Mr. Briggs, I am just an average employee of your father," she said stiffly.2

"So humble of you, dear. By the way, son, remind me to introduce Ingrid to your mother later," Mr. Clint charged his son. He just nodded and looked at her sternly; Ingrid just looked down on the floor.

'Oh great! Just what are you blushing from, Ingrid? He's just your boss' son, not some of a god or something. Wake up!"

She then straightened her back and looked straight into his eyes.

'Uh! oh! Abort! Abort mission! You'll drown in those big blue eyes! Get a grip on yourself!' if Liane heard her thoughts, she would laugh at her.

After that so-called blind date, this was the only instance they meet again. Ingrid and Clifford's paths did not meet for the past days, as she was busy evading him.

"Are you also planning to consider Ingrid to be your daughter-in-law too? My son has so many competitors." Mr. Lindsey was bewildered, while Ingrid felt like her face was burning with embarrassment.

"We will never know..." Mr. Clint said mysteriously.

"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening." The emcee interrupted everyone.

Slowly, the people gathered and went back to their respective tables. The host keeps on talking, seeing that not everyone was in their seats. The waiters were busy serving drinks to the guests.

"May I call in, Mr. Clint Briggs." The host said. The lights then focused on the man as he walked to the stage. His gait was firm and refined.

"Good evening. Conrad Hilton once said, 'success seems to be connected with action. Successful people keep moving. They make mistakes, but they don't quit'. Years ago, my wife and I got divorced, without our knowledge that she was already pregnant with our son. I made a huge mistake that left me devastated, which almost cost this company and its employees. Years later, with the help of some friends, I was able to get back on track and succeed more. Fortunately, I never thought that there will come a time where I could have the pleasure to introduce my son to all of you. I could not bring back the time but we could make new beginnings. Please help me welcome my son, Clifford Briggs."

Clifford stood up, looking pleasant in everyone's eyes. His hair is a modern touch of the faux hawk style, which added his sex appeal and made the ladies in the hall swoon with admiration. He took with him a champagne flute in his hand.

"Thank you, dad," his deep voice created a silent squeal from the women. "...it is my great honor to be here acknowledged and welcomed warmly by my father whom I just recently met. I am a man of a few words, so let me end this speech with these words: the successful warrior is the average man, with laser-like focus. Have a pleasant evening everyone."

Mr. Clint stood up and took Helen's hands. Her eyes widen in surprise.

"What are you doing?" she whispered.

"Just follow my lead." He said lovingly. They both joined their son on stage, and they both hugged him.

"I have another announcement to make," Mr. Clint said enthusiastically. Everyone gasped and talked among themselves. "...'a man who has never made a woman angry is a failure in life'. This beautiful woman beside me is the same woman who I made angry for many years. She was my wife and my wife to be, again." The people laughed.

"It is my greatest success to make this woman mine again. The mother of my only son, the only love of my life, the former and the future Helen Briggs. I am pleased to announce that we will get married soon." The man displayed his affection to the woman beside him. And the woman's face reddened with awkwardness being the center of attraction.

"Let's have a toast, to everyone's success in business and in love," they raised their glasses.

"To our success!" everyone said in chorus.

"They have a lovely family." One of the guests said.

"I agree which makes me believe in love all the more." A female guest remarked and then stared at the younger Briggs.

Ingrid almost moved to tears with Mr. Briggs words.

"Will you also do that for me, dad?" she muttered silently. At once, she feels melancholic.

"Excuse me, Miss Howard." Her thoughts froze when he heard the voice, and she slowly turned toward where it came from.

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