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Chapter 177: Professor Fabian Stephens

Chapter 177: Professor Fabian Stephens

(Author’s POV)

Myra looked at the restaurant’s interior, which was giving an ancient castle vibe. Seeing this, she felt somewhat out of place but didn’t show it on her face, kept her facial expressions neutral.

At times like this, she was reminded of the difference between her and her friends’ status. It was not out of jealousy or envy towards them as she already had a chance to claim this lifestyle when Jeffery and his wife Bianca wanted to adopt her after that Pamela incident. But she chose William and Sandra and was satisfied with her decision. They were everything that she is looking for in her parents, never making her feel insecure.

The manager with his signature and polite smile, stepped aside and said, his tone curt, "Ms. Yates, Ms. Miracle, here we are. Hope you have a lovely experience," and walked off.

Myra looked at his receding figure when she heard Yelena taking deep and long breaths as she mumbled to herself, "It is time. Let’s get this over with." She seemed nervous unlike how nonchalant she seemed earlier.

Myra gauged her reaction and didn’t feel comfortable at all by it. She knew something was definitely up but she couldn’t put a finger to it. She thought of turning back and walking out but it was too late. Whatever it was, she has to face it. It is not like she is going see one of the Everests here. Or was it the case?

That would be bad. No, that would be a total disaster, isn’t it?

They both walked side by side and made there way to the open area. The small pathway was filled with flowers on both sides as it reached to a fancy table set up under the clear and bright sky.

Someone was already settled there, with their back towards Myra and Yelena.

When Myra saw the person sitting there, she stopped midway. Yelena’s steps quickened as she put on a smile and rushed towards the figure to give him a hug, "Grandpa."

"So, you do remember you had an appointment with me?" Garry Yates stated with a stern voice.

Yelena clicked her tongue and apologized to him, "I am sorry grandpa. I did not forget. It’s just that, I overslept."

Garry looked at her from head to toe and then looked towards Myra with a straight face.

When Myra recognized who that person was, she screamed internally, ’NO ... This is far worse than meeting any of the Everests. Yelena brought me here for breakfast, with her grandfather, holy shit.’

Yelena noticed her friend was rooted to one spot and seemed frozen. She walked back towards Myra and said, "Hey, what happened? Come." She then lowered her voice and mumbled, "I am sorry. But grandpa wanted to have breakfast with both of us." She gave Myra a pleading look.

Myra whispered, "Why didn’t you tell me sooner?" She gritted her teeth. She wanted to run away.

"You wouldn’t have come, if I told you so. I know you how you always avoid my grandfather. He seems scary on the outside but he is total darling inside," Yelena whispered back.

Yes, Myra was scared of Garry Yates. She did not hate him rather she was intimidated by his presence. Whenever she encountered him in the past, he always gave her a very domineering vibe which was quite nerve wrecking for her. She could feel that Garry was keeping an eye on her.

They reached to the breakfast table. Myra bowed and greeted Garry politely, "Good Morning, Mr. Yates Senior." She didn’t dare to raise her head in his presence.

"It is almost noon," Garry muttered with a neutral expression.

Both Yelena and Myra didn’t know what to reply. Then Garry gestured them, "Take a seat, both of you."

The girls settled down in their seats without wasting anytime. Myra tried to keep her head lowered in Garry’s presence as she was avoiding any kind of eye contact from him.

Few waiters and waitresses came to their table, pushing trollies with various dishes on it.

Yelena suddenly noticed that there was cutlery placed in front of her and Myra only and not Garry. She commented, "Grandpa, aren’t you going to eat?"

Myra lifted her eyes to see Garry staring at her as he stated, "I have eaten when it was the usual time for breakfast." His taunt made Myra flinch, she thought he was jabbing at her. She could feel his hostility towards her.

Yelena chewed her lips and pouted, "Grandpa ... these dishes, which are covering the whole table, we can’t complete them alone."

"It is not just for you alone. It is for your friend as well. Ms. Miracle, do eat and also someone else is joining us as well," he gestured for them to start. Myra got startled when he suddenly called out her name.

"Yes, sir," Myra replied and started eating. She didn’t hear the part where he said someone would join them.

Yelena did. So, she questioned, "Who is it?" She had a puzzled look on her face.

"You will see when he arrives," he left it at that. Not revealing the person’s identity.

A server served Myra some sesame noodles as she was mindlessly eating raw bread. Her mind was racing, ’Why did Yelena’s grandfather asked to have breakfast with me? Did I do something to irk him? Have I pissed him off somehow?’

Myra picked up her fork and was about eat the noodles when Garry looked at her plate and stopped her, "Ms. Miracle." He then looked at the girl who had served, "She is allergic to sesame." His voice wasn’t loud but it was enough to make the girl flinch and shiver.

Myra flinched by Garry’s sudden reaction and then looked at her plate. The server apologized, "I am really sorry, Mr. Yates. We weren’t aware of any dietary restrictions. I am truly sorry." As she said this, tears welled up in her eyes. Myra made an expression as if she was a deer caught in the headlights. ’How does he know about my allergies?’

"Mr. Yates Senior, thank you for looking out for me but it is only mild," Myra tried to downplay it but internally she was freaking out.

Her allergies were indeed mild so she herself forget about it. Other than herself, only her parents, Wendy and Nora knew about it.

She never even told this to Yelena so how the fuck did Garry Yates knew about this personal information. It was creepy and totally unexpected.

Yelena had a shocking expression on her face too. She questioned Myra, "You are allergic to sesame?" She then turned towards the other side and asked Garry, "And how do you know about Myra’s allergy, Grandpa?"

Garry, in a calm voice uttered, "Mr. William Miracle once told this to Jeffery." His facial expression didn’t change even for a bit nor did he flinch.

Both Yelena and Myra nodded in unison. William would always talk about his daughters to the people who he was close with so they believed Garry’s words.

Myra released a breath which she was holding for too long. She misunderstood Garry. But she never expected for him to remember such minor detail.

After that, Garry did not look at her. The grandfather granddaughter duo kept on talking as Myra ate her breakfast, no almost lunch in silence. She was happy enough to just not be seen and wanted to eat and go back to the apartment.

She was nibbling at het food as out of the blue, Garry looked at his watch and commented, "It is time. He must be here."

As soon as these words left his mouth, the next second somebody pushed aside the glass door and walked towards the table.

"Sorry, for being late, Mr. Yates senior. I had a private tutoring session before this," the newcomer uttered with an apologetic look.

Garry didn’t comment anything on that and just said, "Mr. Stephens, take a seat."

Fabian Stephens adjusted his glasses and settled in the spare seat. A new server placed his cutlery and served him his share. He made sure to ask his dietary restrictions this time.

Yelena, the chatty one, asked in a whispering tone, "Grandpa, who is this gentleman?"

Garry introduced them, "Professor Fabian Stephens, this is my granddaughter Yelena Yates and this is her friend, Ms. Myra Miracle."

Professor Fabian’s eyes lit up as he heard Myra’s name, "So, you are the infamous Ms. Miracle from Orford School of finance. Pleased to finally meet you. And pleased to meet you too, Ms. Yates."

Garry spoke again, "Professor Stephens, is an Orford School alumnus and currently he is a lecturer at Red Stone University."

"Professor? At Red Stone? Wow. Aren’t you too young to be a professor?" Yelena exclaimed as she gave him a thumbs up. She was awestruck by him.

Myra was still reeling over the fact how enthusiastically Fabian had greeted her. Was she that famous in her department? She never knew about it.

To Be Continued . . . . . . . . .