NovelEnglishThis must have been Everett's scheme.
Lane took the last drag of his cigarette, then ground it out under his boot before striding towards the car.
TAP, TAP.
He knocked on the window.
The glass rolled down, revealing a face that clearly belonged to a secretary, who was dressed in a sharp suit.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Can | help you, sir?" Lane took the opportunity to glance at the backseat, but a divider blocked his view. He was certain that there was someone there.
"Mind if | borrow a light? | need a drag." Lane pulled out his pack of smokes and gave it a little shake.
"Sorry, | don't smoke." Kevin gave him a polite smile and started to roll up the window.
But Lane beat him to the punch and started a new topic. “Is there a big shot in this car? May | ask who it is? I'm also in the business world. I'm the owner of East Star Enterprises. Would it be possible to get acquainted?” East Star Enterprises? Wasn't that Dorothy's company? Kevin reflexively glanced in the rear-view mirror, but he saw no reaction. “My boss is resting. Sorry for the inconvenience.” "Alright." He was clearly rejected. Lane knew his attempt at small talk had failed.
Just as he was about to turn away, he heard the sound of the car door opening from behind him.
Turning his head, he saw a face that he usually only saw in magazines, now brightly lit in his line of sight.
Everett was extraordinarily dazzling.
Even though he was dressed casually now, his tall figure alone standing there was enough to create an invisible pressure. The aura of nobility and aloofness that permeated his whole being was innate.
"You're Lane." Everett's statement was not a question.
Lane was still a bit surprised that he could say his name so accurately.
"Yes, I'm Lane." He readily admitted as he stepped forward and extended his hand.
But Everett didn't seem to have any intention of shaking it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"What do you want?" "Nothing in particular; | just saw your car parked here. It's quite conspicuous, so | thought I'd introduce myself." If it were anyone else, Everett might have believed them.
But for a man who's pursuing Dorothy, he would be a fool to believe such empty words.
"You brought Dorothy here." His appearance here left no room for doubt.
Lane nodded as a sly smile played on his lips. "Yes. She wanted to thank the person who helped her. It was late, so | offered to drive her here. She wanted to take me up with her, but | thought it wouldn't be appropriate for me to meet her friends, especially since she hasn't announced our status yet." His statement was loaded with information. It was not just a hint to Everett, but a clear message that Dorothy was now his.
But Lane made a mistake. There was no one in the world who knew Dorothy better than Everett.
"You insisted on coming, didn't you?" Lane fell silent.
"Dorothy wouldn't ask for company." "Mr. Lopez, you've been apart from her for so many years, so how can you be sure she hasn't changed?" Lane chuckled.
"People always change." Everett's thin lips twitched slightly. "She won't." "Mr. Lopez, if you know her so well, why did you divorce Dorothy in the first place?" Lane shrugged as he spread his hands.
"Because you didn't understand her! You didn't know what she really wanted!"
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