NovelEnglishCatherine was slightly taken aback. His words poke her raw nerves.
She darted at Leslie, who wore an attentive smile and expected her to take the cup over. If she did, his effort to arrange the gathering wouldn't be in vain.
Catherine liked vodka because of Ivan.
Staring at the liquor, she couldn't help but recall the celestial-like man.
She breathed the air in the scity as him but seemed thousands of miles away from him.
“Take it,” Leslie repeated. “I can guarantee you'll like it. It'll not be wasted if a beauty takes it. | also trust your taste in liquor.” Catherine had high taste in everything as she was wealthy.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe took the cup over, a familiar sharp pang rising in her heart. Last time, she drank vodka with Ivan as they celebrated signing a cooperation contract with a client.
It was rare as they were alone as Finnley left for something urgent.
The moonlight was beautiful, and the wind was gentle that night.
It was the past that she always missed but could never return.
At the entrance of Royal Nightclub, all the security guards and bodyguards stood in lines on alert.
After the Lamborghini with a limited edition was parked, two ushers rushed to open the door. “Good evening, Mr. Marsh,” they bowed at the man in the driver's seat respectfully.
Ivan stepped out, and his black, handcrafted shirt wrapped his perfect body figure. Under the moonlight and in the wind, he looked stern.
As he strode into the lobby, all the bodyguards and security guards bowed at him respectfully. “Good evening, Mr. Marsh.” Along with the chilly wind, Ivan entered Royal Nightclub.
“This way, please,” the lobby manager showed him the way.
The Marsh Group.
Linda and Jennifer took the selevator to go downstairs. They both knocked off.
When they were together, Linda felt awkward, which was all because she lacked self-confidence.
Jennifer, however, was lowkey and easygoing. “How’s your mother doing now?” she asked like a friend, breaking the silence.
Linda hurriedly returned to her senses and answered, “She's checked out of the hospital. Thank you for your concern, Ms.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBrooks.” They locked eyes. Only then did Jennifer notice that she wore a brand dress and glanced at Linda several times. Then she found Linda's handbag cost at least 20,000 dollars, feeling shocked.
‘Why did Linda suddenly becso wealthy?’ she wondered.
However, Jennifer didn’t ask as she couldn’t be so nosy.
She guessed Linda had probably found a sugar daddy.
Jennifer failed to figure out other reasons. She thought everyone had the right to choose how to live, and Linda's change was not surprising nowadays.
After leaving the company, Jennifer sat in the car prepared by Hank. When the car roared away, she saw Linda hail a taxi instead of going to catch the last bus.
Jennifer wondered whether she would buy a luxury car in the near future if her sugar daddy was still with her.
Meanwhile, Finnley had sent Mya home. After having dinner together, Mya went back into her house and went to her bedroom on the second floor.
Finnley didn’t enter Saunders’ Villa with her but parked his vehicle on the roadside.
In the living room that was brightly lit, Shirley asked, “Is Mya in a bad mood today? What happened to her?” “Probably, she felt stressed at work.” Clarence poured a glass of water for her. “She’s grown up. Occasionally, she can be unhappy and need to digest certain emotions by herself.” “Did she fight with Finnley Russell?” Shirley blurted out after thinking of a possibility.
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