The woman looked at Howard Geoffrey with allure, her beautiful body twisting lightly on Howard’s lap.
"Mr. Geoffrey, can you have a drink with me?"
The beauty gently loosened her tie, picked up the glass next to her, and spoke with a voice seductive enough to captivate any man in the world.
Howard stared at the woman’s delicate, sharp face under her exquisite makeup, his gaze blurred, seemingly already a bit drunk.
The beauty flirted with Howard with all her seductive charm, as if the surrounding people did not exist.
At this point, Mr. Ernest gave his secretary a look, and the secretary leaned over.
Mr. Ernest whispered, "Arrange a room for Mr. Geoffrey in the club."
A sleepless Rebecca Quentin slowly opened her eyes, which had only been closed, quietly gazing at the light that had already brightened outside the curtain gap.
She did not know what time it was now, but it was certainly already daylight, and he had not come back this night.
She naturally knew he wouldn’t come back tonight, because the woman by his side tonight was just part of her plan.
Yes, she had secretly looked at his schedule yesterday, which allowed her to know his whereabouts so accurately, and arrange the woman into the club.
Actually, in her heart, she was ready for this outcome, and even willing to see this result, yet her heart still uncontrollably ached.
Clutching her chest, Rebecca Quentin leaned against the headboard, taking a deep breath to suppress the intense pain in her heart.
Her eyes were particularly fiery, on the verge of tears gathering, yet Rebecca Quentin kept her eyes wide open, refusing to let the tears accumulate.
She used to love such a man so foolishly and humbly; what a ridiculous thing...
She thought, every time he remembered her getting emotional after hearing his sweet talk, he must have ridiculed her foolishness in his heart, right?
Unfortunately, his perfect plan eventually fell through...
She woke up; she finally woke up from a six-year dream...
From now on, there won’t be such naive Rebecca Quentin, nor will there be submissive Rebecca Quentin. With no love, there won’t be any more hurt...
It was unknown how long it had been until the sunlight strongly penetrated the curtains, and the sound of the door being twisted was heard from outside.
The visitor was naturally no one else...
Rebecca Quentin then composed herself, turned sideways, and faced away from the visitor.
As his presence approached, her uncontrollable heart still twisted tightly.
Howard threw his suit and car keys on the sofa, then sat on the edge of the bed and hugged Rebecca Quentin.
When Howard touched Rebecca Quentin’s body, her body uncontrollably began to tremble, but fortunately, she could experience such emotions at this moment.
She pushed him away, "Don’t touch me."
He bowed his head to kiss her lips, "Don’t be angry with me, I got drunk last night, and the secretary didn’t know you were coming, so I was told to rest in the club."
As he drew close, she seemed to still smell the perfume belonging to another woman on him.
She then got up, clearly pushing him away with disgust, but it seemed more like being angry at him, puffing up with indignation, "I waited for you all night, and you didn’t even tell me you wouldn’t come back... You bad man, if you stay out overnight again, don’t come back!"
Wearing sunglasses, Rebecca Quentin leisurely sat by an outdoor café on the street, sipping coffee.
A passerby suddenly walked past Rebecca Quentin’s seat and left a disc on her table.
Rebecca Quentin calmly placed the disc into her bag, and at that moment, her mobile phone also received a message――
The matter is settled, you may go back and watch.
Rebecca Quentin immediately replied――The money has been transferred to your account.
This matter being handled, the plan was half successful.
As Rebecca Quentin was about to leave, a black Bugatti suddenly stopped in her line of sight.
Seeing this familiar car, Rebecca Quentin’s heart jolted, her fingers instinctively clenching the bag she was carrying. Fortunately, the person who stepped out of the car wasn’t the one she was thinking of.
Her tense heart relaxed, and as Rebecca Quentin was about to greet, she saw Roger Leonard getting out with a two or three-year-old wimpy kid.
Rebecca Quentin’s eyes widened, "General Leonard?"
Roger Leonard approached Rebecca Quentin with the charming wimpy kid in his arms and teased, "Seeing that Dora isn’t here, don’t be so disappointed, soon-to-be-sister-in-law."
Rebecca Quentin ignored Roger Leonard’s title, her attention wholly focused on the adorable little boy in Roger Leonard’s arms, speaking with amazement and joy, "Is this your child?"