Chapter 543
Chapter 543:
While Fernanda didn’t recognize most of them, one young woman stood out to her.
Braylee, Rafael’s sister, stepped into the room, catching Fernanda’s attention.
Before Fernanda could speak, Jett’s voice cut through the tension. “Mr. Hudson?”
With sudden enthusiasm, Jett reached out to shake a man’s hand, his demeanor overly familiar. “It’s been so long! How have you been?”
The man’s face twisted in confusion as he stared at Jett, clearly not recognizing him. “And you are?” he asked, his voice laced with uncertainty.
Fernanda glanced at the man standing in front of Jett and immediately noticed how much he resembled Braylee. It became clear that this man must be Braylee’s father, Abel Hudson.
Suddenly, Fernanda remembered something: the Hudson family owned a chain of hotels. Could the hotel they were staying in be one of theirs?
Just then, Abel turned toward Fernanda, though his question was directed at Braylee. “Is this Miss Fernanda Morgan?”
Braylee nodded. “Yes.”
Abel’s smile widened as he released Jett’s hand and extended his own to Fernanda. “Miss Morgan, it’s nice to meet you. You can call me Abel.”
“Abel,” Fernanda greeted with a polite smile, shaking his hand. “Hello.”
“The last time I saw you was at your celebration party. Your father was so proud when you got into Esaham University.”
Fernanda recalled that celebration party. Robert had invited so many people that she hadn’t kept track of everyone in attendance. She hadn’t even realized Abel was there.
As Abel continued his conversation with Fernanda, he completely ignored Jett, who had stepped forward to greet him and was now standing awkwardly to the side.
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Shifting uncomfortably, Jett reintroduced himself. “Mr. Hudson, I’m Jett Ramirez. We met at the entrepreneur conference last March. Do you remember me?”
A brief look of confusion flickered across Abel’s face, clearly indicating that he did not remember.
It wasn’t surprising. The Hudson family ran a vast business empire, and Abel was constantly meeting new people. Even in Esaham, it was difficult to remember all the entrepreneurs he encountered, let alone those from elsewhere.
Sensing Abel’s uncertainty, Jett quickly tried to ease the moment. “It’s been quite a while, so I wouldn’t expect you to remember.”
Abel gave Jett a warm smile. “I’m getting old, and my memory isn’t as sharp as it used to be. I hope you’ll forgive me. But now I remember you, Mr. Ramirez.”
Then, he shifted his attention back to Fernanda. “Miss Morgan, what brings you here?”
“Please, call me Fernanda,” she said softly. “I stayed here with a friend last night. Today, I came to check on her and found out she’d been injured.”
It was only then that Abel noticed Bonita, standing silently beside Fernanda with her head lowered.
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