<b>Chapter </b><b>669 </b>
To put it simply, Vi was someone untouchable.
Oskon’s cuisine leaned on the sweeter side, which Mnie did not particrly enjoy. Because of this, she barely touched her food. The atmosphere at the dinner table gradually grew lively with people starting to toast and encourage each other to drink.
Mnie could not stand the smell of alcohol and wanted to step outside for some fresh air. As she got
up, someone handed her a jacket. When she turned around, she noted that it was Eugene.
<b>He </b>was in the middle of a conversation with Sam and did not even nce at her<b>, </b>but he ced the
jacket in her hands.
Mnie lowered her gaze for a moment but then returned the jacket and walked away. She avoided
his touch.
It was too stuffy in the private room, and she needed to catch her breath outside. As soon as she
stepped out<b>, </b>she saw another familiar figureing out of another private room.
He was the person they had just been talking about, Harvey. Mnie did not follow him as she was
feeling very troubled now.
She hade here intending to resolve the issue between Howard and Matthew, but now it was like
an even more tangled mess.
Mnie pondered about the rtionship between Howard and Matthew. What exactly did Howard investigate in Jepton? What did Matthew’s words mean?
From their interactions, Mnie could sense that Matthew’s thoughts ran deep. When he spoke, she often felt as if she were being targeted by a venomous snake. It was like he could strike at any moment if she let her guard down.
Mnie spent a long time outside alone, unwilling to return to the private room. She was nning to leave on her own when Eugene, seemingly understanding the way she thought, called her and said, ” Wait for me downstairs<b>.</b>”
“I’ve already gone back to the hotel,” Mnie replied.
Eugene had just taken a drink<b>, </b>so when he spoke, he sounded slightly intoxicated. His <b>voice </b>was low and husky. “I’ll be right down.”
Mnie watched the passing vehicles and the lush greenery along the road. Raising a hand, she hailed a taxi, got in, and said evenly, “I’m going back to the hotel.”
There was a moment of silence but then Mnie hung up the phone without even hesitating. She had made herself clear enough.
Her rtionship with Eugene was just that of a former employer and employee. This statement was <b>not </b>just for those listening in; it was also for Eugene <b>and </b>herself. She had no obligation to do anything
else.
On the way back to the hotel, Xander called. “Why haven’t you returned to the hotel yet? Do you need me toe pick you up?”
Mnie hesitated for a moment before answering, “I’m on my way back now.”
“Okay. Eric said they’ve already gone back to the conference room. I thought you were still on your way.” Xander’s voice was gentle and soothing, inexplicablyforting
Mnie recalled that Xander had a client meeting today and asked, “Did everything go smoothly for you today?”
“Let’s talk about it when you get back.<b>” </b>Xander paused. “I found a good restaurant here serving Jepton cuisine. I brought some back. Let’s have lunch together when you return.”
Sure enough, when Mnie returned, Xander was waiting in the hotel lobby. When he saw her, he strode over.
Although Mnie had not been drinking, there had been many others who were in the private room. She inevitably ended up smelling alcohol. Xander noticed the scent on her and frowned slightly.