NovelOnlineMoran Albright nodded. "Didn't expect this dump to be so crowded."
Charlene recognized Moran's voice right away.
Realizing it was him, she didn't bother to look up.
Connie and Stewart couldn't quite place the voice, but the moment someone called out, "Mr. Albright," they
immediately thought of Moran.
They glanced over, and sure enough, it was him. Connie nudged Charlene with her elbow and whispered in her
ear, "It's Moran."
Before Charlene could respond, Connie couldn't help but add, "If he's here, does that mean Thorne and that
harpy are coming too?"
Whether they showed up or not, Charlene honestly didn't care.
Just then, Moran spotted them and locked eyes with Stewart.
Moran knew both York and Gaylord. He was aware that Gaylord worked at PrimeStar Technologies.
As for York...
Watching York chat with Stewart while helping Charlene and Stewart pitch the tent, Moran felt a flicker of
surprise. Since when did York get so chummy with them?
York noticed Moran as well.
Even though they weren't close, everyone moved in the ssocial circles. Since they'd run into each other, it
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwas only polite to exchange greetings.
York nodded at him. "Mr. Albright."
"Mr. Watson." Moran returned the nod. "Taking a little break from work?"
"Yeah," York replied.
After a bit of small talk with York, Moran greeted Stewart. "Mr. Ferguson."
Stewart's response was cool, bordering on frosty. "So it is you, Mr. Albright. What a coincidence."
Moran smiled thinly. "Quite the coincidence."
As they spoke, Moran's gaze drifted to Charlene.
She acted as if she hadn't noticed, pulling parts from her bag and handing them to Stewart. He took them
glanced around, then lowered his voice "Looks like Thorne and his companion aren't here, huh?" s
Charlene shrugged. "No idea."
Stewart frowned. "If Moran showed up, | doubt they'd skip out. Maybe they're just running late."
York and Gaylord couldn't hear their conversation, but they could sense Stewart wasn't exactly thrilled to see
Moran.
Not that York or Gaylord were close to Moran either. York said, "Mr. Albright, we've got something to take care of.
Maybe we'll catch up later?"
Moran had only stopped to exchange pleasantries anyway. He nodded. "Don't lethold you up."
With that, he turned and walked away. After he'd gone a little distance, he glanced back at Charlene and
Stewart.
Noticing York and Gaylord gathering near Charlene and chatting with ber, he simply assumed they were all on
good terms. It didn't cross his mind to wonder further Stewart was stik there, after all. s
He looked away, pulled out his phone, and opened WhatsApp. In the group chat,
he tagged Thorne and Granger Harden.
Guess who | just ran into?
No response.
Moran sighed inwardly. Since no one replied, he spilled it himself: Stewart and Charlene. They're out here
camping, too.
This time, someone finally answered.
Thorne: Okay.
Granger, though, didn't appear.
Moran couldn't help himself: Gotta say, those two are really close.
Thorne again: Okay.
Moran: ...
Seeing no further replies, Moran made a face and tagged Granger again: Where'd you go?
This time, Granger responded: What's up?
Moran: Seriously, how long has it
been since you showed up in here?
You've skipped the last few
get togethers- maybe you should just leave the group already. s
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