Her limbs turned cold upon seeing the client’s name on the contract.


    It was Frank, the president of Sundale.


    Mnie was almost molested by Frank thest time. The scene was even recorded.


    Yana told Mnie that Vi had wanted to follow Eugene, but he rejected her.


    Mnie muttered expressionlessly, “Of course, he wouldn’t let her go.”


    Frank was a scumbag. Almost everyone in Jepton knew this.


    Eugene cared about Vi so much. Of course, he wouldn’t let her have any contact with a man like Frank.


    `Mnie tried to ignore the gossip among her colleagues. Her phone that she had ced aside beeped. She looked at it and saw Dn had sent her a photo of Peachie who was hooked on an IV drip.


    After a while, Mnie texted her back.


    [Is Peachie alright?]


    Dn replied quickly, saying Peachie’s illness might have worsened, and she might need more money for that month.


    Mnie looked at the message silently and transferred the 10,000 dors Eugene gave her to Dn.


    Eugene walked toward Mnie. “Follow me.


    Recalling Frank’s perverted gaze, Mnie frowned subconsciously. Eugene noticed she was not getting up and asked in a gloomy tone, “Are you reluctant to go?”


    Standing up, Mnie said expressionlessly, “No.”


    When they arrived, Frank was not there yet. Mnie took her handbag and said to Eugene, I’m going to the restroom for a while.”


    Eugene asked, “Are you nervous?”


    He was talking about the photo of Frank and her. Mnie looked at him as her eyshes fluttered. “Mr. Scott, this joke isn’t funny.”


    “Do I look like I’m joking to you?” Eugene’s expression was calm. He did not have the habit of smoking. His fingers were slender and wless.


    His left hand rested on his right wrist, making him lookzy and casual.


    Mnie had no idea what Eugene meant by this. She wanted to ask him, but before she could, Frank had arrived.


    After exchanging pleasantries with Eugene, he smiled and shook hands with Mnie. His bold and lewd gaze made Mnie ufortable.


    Mnie embraced herself when she shook his hand. However, Frank was not as bold as before, maybe because Eugene was around. They talked about business seriously.


    ((


    Only when they were done talking business did Frank divert his topic to Mnie. “Miss Smith, you’re young and pretty. Do you have a boyfriend?”


    Mnie lifted her head and looked at Eugene. Looking at Eugene’s indifferent expression, she answered, “No.”


    “Why don’t I introduce you to one?” Frank chuckled as he pointed at himself and asked, What do you think of me?”


    Mnie forced a smile. “Please stop joking, Mr. Yates.”


    However, Frank insisted on getting an answer from Mnie. He was drunk and a little unreasonable.


    Mnie could not reject him and could only drink with him.


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    After Frank’s secretary supported him and walked out of the private room, Mnie felt that her head was heavy. She tried to get up by holding onto the table. She wanted to leave, but her legs felt like jelly, and she fell.


    Fortunately, someone held her by the arm, preventing her from falling.


    Mnie squinted her eyes and saw Eugene’s expressionless face.


    Startled, she reached out to grab him.


    Frowning, Eugene took a step back. “Mnie.”


    Mnie’s mind was blurry, and she tugged at Eugene’s shirt. She half–squatted on the ground


    and lifted her head as she asked Eugene, “Don’t you like me anymore?”


    Her eyes were red, and she looked puzzled. Her grip on his shirt was tight.


    Eugene was stunned by her question. However, he nodded calmly. “Yes. I don’t like you anymore.”


    Hearing that, Mnie loosened her grip and let Eugene help her get up.