Yvonne looked at Mnie curiously without a tint of hostility. She generously invited Mnie again<b>, </b>“Let’s <b>go </b>and grab a drink as friends?”
Mnie answered expressionlessly, “You’ve misunderstood. Xander and I are not in that kind of rtionship<b>.</b><b>” </b>
“That’s not important. Let’s get to know each other since we’ve met. It’s the weekend. Take it <b>as </b>a break from your busy life.” Yvonne was outgoing and did not care about Mnie’s exnation. <b>She </b>just <b>took </b>it as an excuse Mnie was using to reject them.
Yvonne <b>had </b>invited her repeatedly, and it would be inappropriate for Mnie to reject her again. Moreover, Yvonne was Xander’s friend<b>, </b>and ording to Xander’s attitude, she guessed Yvonne might be his close friend.
She nodded<b>. </b>
Xander whispered, “You don’t have to agree <b>if </b>you don’t feel like going.”
“What are you talking about? Having a drink with us won’t kill her. Have you forgotten we went to school together when we were kids?” Yvonne had a sharp hearing and quipped.
Mnie said, “It’s alright. It’s the weekend, after all.”
There was no bar nearby, so Yvonne suggested going to GT.
Mnie said when they were in the parking lot, “I can drive there myself.”
She did not want to be in the same car as Eugene.
However, Yvonne turned around and asked innocently as she approached <b>Mnie</b><b>, </b>“Do you want to drive? Alright then.”
She did not forget about Eugene. “Mr. Scott, Xander’s friend drove here. Let’s go there in her car. You can drink if you don’t need to drive.”
Mnie <b>was </b>startled. She did not mean that when she said <b>she </b>wanted to drive there.
However, Yvonne had opened the back seat door and entered the car. She had chosen to wear a pair of high heels <b>to </b>make her legs look good. Her legs were hurting badly now.
Mnie frowned and stood there. Someone suddenly approached her.
Eugene stood beside her and looked at her from above. Mnie pursed her lips, walked to the driver’s seat, and opened the car door.
The door at the front passenger’s seat was opened, and the minty scent of the man assailed her. Mnie looked beside her and noticed Eugene <b>had </b>sat casually in the front passenger’s
<b>seat</b>.
Mnie’s hand froze. She heard Eugene scoff. “What’s wrong? Have you forgotten how to drive?”
“Why are you sitting in the front?” Yvonne’s doubtful voice sounded before Mnie could ask him.
She looked at Eugene strangely.
Eugene calmly answered<b>, </b>“Didn’t you say you haven’t seen your friend for a long time? I thought you guys wanted to talk.”
Yvonne felt something was off subconsciously and frowned as she muttered<b>, </b>“We don’t <b>have </b>to talk now.”
Compared to her encounter with Xander<b>, </b><b>she </b>wanted to get to know <b>Eugene </b>more. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to answer her father’s questionster.
However<b>, </b>Eugene did not intend to change <b>his </b>seat. When Xander got into the back seat, Mnie drove them to GT.
It was silent in the car. At first, Yvonne tried to start up a topic, but she didn’t get much response. Thus, she started scrolling through her phone.
GT was not far from the mall they were in. It was only a 15–minute drive. Mnie pulled over at the door, and Yvonne got out first. Her high heels were indeed ufortable because they were very high.
Subconsciously, she looked at Xander, who had also gotten out of the car. “Xander, help me.” Mnie had not gotten out of the car. She looked at Yvonne and reminded Eugene, “She might need your help.”
“What does it have to do with me? She called for Xander.” Eugene wore a ck suit that matched his cold and arrogant character.
He showed no emotion when she looked at her. ncing at Mnie, hemented monotonously, “Your taste is as bad as always.
His words sounded sarcastic to Mnie.