Eugene’s brows furrowed as he withdrew his gaze from Mnie and walked away.
Mnie stood where she was, <b>the </b>jewelry she had intended to return to Henry <b>still </b>in her hands.
She looked around for a shaded spot <b>to </b><b>call </b><b>a </b><b>taxi</b>, but when she turned around, she saw a figure sh by.
Mason?
Mnie’s brows were knitted together slightly. Why would Mason <b>be </b>here<b>? </b><b>Why </b>was he behaving all stealth–like? If she <b>was </b>not mistaken<b>, </b>Mason dodged out <b>of </b><b>sight </b>the moment he saw her.
Lost in thought, she heard a honk behind her, causing her to instinctively take two steps back. It <b>was </b>only when the familiar Maybach stopped in front of her that she realized Eugene’s intention. However, she remained unmoved as she was about <b>to </b>hail a taxi herself.
The car window rolled down, and Eugene’s emotionless voice sounded. “Get in.<b>” </b>
<b>“</b>I’ll go back on my own.”
Eugene’s dark eyes became colder as he stared straight at Mnie. “Feeling confident now that my grandfather is back and you have someone supporting you?”
Her expression also turned cold as she replied, “Eugene<b>, </b>there’s no need for you to assume everyone is as immature as you are.”
“I’m immature?” Eugene’s <b>eyes </b>were intense, his well–defined features exuding a strong sense of oppression.
He looked like he wanted to say something more, but his phone on the center console suddenly rang. The call was rted <b>to </b>work. The emotions churning in Eugene’s eyes were instantly suppressed.
Mnie also looked <b>at </b>her phone and said coldly<b>, </b>“My ride is here.” She walked away, bypassing Eugene.
What she did not know was that a pair <b>of </b>eyes were trained on her the entire time until she left.
Vi stood at the <b>door</b><b>, </b>silently observing every interaction <b>between </b>Mnie and Eugene.
Though the distance <b>was </b>too far for her to hear their conversation, she had witnessed the <b>old </b>man’s kindness toward <b>Mnie </b>and <b>Eugene’s </b>deliberate offer to drive Mnie home.
Vi clenched her fists tightly. <b>Just </b>then, she heard Mason sigh beside her. <b>“</b><b>Vi</b><b>, </b>don’t overthink it. It might <b>be </b>a misunderstanding. Mnie used to visit the Scotts frequently, so it’s normal that <b>she’s </b>on good terms with Eugene’s grandfather.
“But <b>I </b>heard Eugene’s grandfather <b>was </b>overseas in the past few years. I don’t know why he’s back now.”
Vi’s ears perked up at that. “Who <b>did </b><b>you </b><b>say </b>he was? Eugene’s grandfather?<b>” </b>
Mason looked a bit confused<b>. </b>“<b>Yes</b><b>, </b>that old man is <b>Eugene’s </b>grandfather. Vi, <b>don’t </b>you
know <b>that</b>?<b>” </b>
Hearing that, <b>her </b><b>face </b>instantly darkened. Eugene took Mnie to <b>meet </b>his grandfather? Then what about her? What <b>was </b>she?
Mnie<b>! </b>It was always Mnie! Why did that despicable woman always get everything? What qualifications did she have?
Vi’s features contorted, and she suddenly thought of something. She suppressed the frustration she felt. Lowering her head<b>, </b>she took out her phone, found a contact, and swiftly
sent a message.
[Do you still want to sleep with Mnie?]
Chapter <b>475 </b>