The content was no different. She was asking Mnie when she would give her money again. Mnie deleted those messages emotionlessly and put down the phone to rest.
However, Dn seemed to have a telepathic sense and called her just <b>then</b><b>. </b>Mnie exhaled and answered the call
Dn’s voice immediately came through. “Mel, <b>why </b>haven’t you been answering the phone? I was getting anxious!”
Mnie let out a sigh as she replied, “I’ve already told you I’ll give you the money. You don’t need to remind me every day.”
“Mel, listen to me.” Dn, however,pletely ignored her and continued urgently, “Can you give me the money quickly?
“I know you’re trying to provoke me by withholding the money, but I don’t care even if you keep ming me. Peachie is innocent!
“Those damned people said if I don’t give them the money soon, they’ll sell Peachie!”
Dn’s tone was desperate, but Mnie found itughable. Pinching her brows, she said, “Did George tell you that if you don’t bring the money back, he’ll sell Peachie?”
Dn’s crying abruptly stopped.
Mnie sneered, hung up the phone, and decisively turned it off.
At Butterfly Club, Simon was surrounded by a group of people making amotion. Inside the private room were five or six young models and inte celebrities. It was a lively atmosphere.
However, Eugene was sitting alone in the corner, emitting an aura that warned strangers to
stay away.
Simon drank with enthusiasm. He raised his ss toward Eugene from a distance and said, Eugene, we agreed not to return until we’re drunk today. Why are you sitting alone over there?
“Not in the mood,” Eugene replied almost nkly.
Simon clicked his tongue. He was about to say something when he heard somed
neone nearby jokingly say, “Eugene probably feels ufortable right now. Mnie has moved in with Xander, after all.”
The person who said that had also consumed quite a bit of alcohol and had no filter over their words. They continued without reservation, “Isn’t it said that men are possessive?
“Even if they don’t want something, they’ll still feel annoyed if someone else picks it up. Eugene’s probably thinking that now. Mnie used to revolve around him, but suddenly, she’s all about Xander.”
The person went on to make some additionalments, but no one paid attention.
Someone asked, “How do you know?”
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“Yvonne’s circle. They’re all ying cards at Xander’s house.”
“Can you shut up?” Simon mmed his bottle on the table, his temper ring. “It’s my birthday. If anyone mentions that damn woman Mnie again, they should get lost.”
It was then the crowd recalled that Mnie had given Simon a piece of her mind earlier. They refrained from talking about the matter again. Feeling upset, Simon grabbed a bottle of alcohol and went to Eugene.
He ced the bottle on the table, poured two sses without saying a word, and handed one to Eugene. He said, “If you’re my friend, drink with me.”
Eugene looked up
and nced at him. He then picked up the ss and downed the drink in one shot. Simon refilled the ss and ced it in front of Eugene.
Just like that, Simon poured and Eugene drank.
It was not until the man had downed three sses that Simon pushed away the ss. He sat next to Eugene and sighed suddenly, seemingly irritated.
Eugene was still calm, and his tone was indifferent as he said, “If you have something on your mind, say it.”
Simon raised his hand, tugged at his own hair, and then casually asked Eugene, “Are you really nning to settle down with Vi?”
Eugene’s hand on his knee paused, and his voice revealed no emotions. “Go on.”
“Vi is a nice person. She seems like a good woman,” Simon said before suddenly turning to look at Eugene.
He continued with slight sarcasm, “Speaking of which, Eugene, do you remember what we identally overheard between Mnie and your dad back then?”
Eugene’s gaze narrowed, but he did not respond.
Simon sneered and continued, “Eugene, I’m serious. Vi is a decent person. If you two get married, I promise to give you guys a huge gift.”
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