Her chin was lifted, and the woman smiled at him with a seductive allure that was fiery, making Kyle Keaton feel as if his heart was being roasted, scalding and uneasy.
He yelled her name and ordered her to stop her crazed behavior.
Yet, this woman was utterly unafraid of his authority.
As he tried to warn her, she countered with a threat, "You know what? If you dare stay out all night again, I will definitely play even crazier than you."
As she finished her sentence, the hand resting on his chin released him.
She then grabbed the bag she had brought and swayed her hips as she left.
After being threatened like that, Kyle Keaton thought he would be furious; after all, no one dared threaten him .
Yet he found his anger and frustration inexplicably dissipated after her threat.
Simply because her wildness was triggered by his night away.
At that moment, it was as if something brushed against his heart.
Making him feel like his heartbeat was out of rhythm.
Miles Jacobs witnessed the moment July Quinn threatened Kyle Keaton.
Originally, he worried about Lord Keaton being in a bad mood and taking it out on those around him.
After all, looking at the whole of Esteria or even the country, Lord Keaton was an unapproachable presence.
Who could have ever threatened or slighted such a person?
So, he thought, if he could comfort Lord Keaton even a little, it would be like saving a life and doing a grand deed.
Oh, how noble he was; he almost moved himself to tears.
But just as he tried to call out to Lord Keaton, he caught sight of the smile on Kyle Keaton’s lips.
"Is there anything else?" He turned his head, giving Miles Jacobs a cold glance.
Although Lord Keaton’s demeanor returned to its usual calmness, Miles Jacobs could still sense his mood was considerably better than before.
Given this, there was no need for long-winded persuasion.
Just as his words fell, a card flew over.
Miles Jacobs hurriedly caught it.
Upon seeing the gold silk cotton flower emblem on the bank card, he was a bit dumbfounded.
"What the hell, an Angela Bank card? Why are you giving this to me?"
This was one of Angela Club members’ symbols.
Even Miles Jacobs himself had only gotten such a card thanks to Kyle Keaton’s influence.
But the crux was that this symbolic bank card was something others would seek after in vain, so why was Kyle Keaton tossing him another one?
Could it be that Kyle Keaton was not just a member of Angela Club but a senior director?
That’s why he had so many of these cards?
Yet Kyle Keaton did not bother to answer Miles Jacobs’ confusion.
He merely tossed out one line, "Take it, settle the bill."
Then he turned and followed after July Quinn...
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After July Quinn left, she walked alone against the night wind on the street.
In a long halter-neck evening gown, with high heels, flaming red lips, and her long hair draping over her shoulders.
Like a model striding down a grand runway, with her own background music.
Added to it was that breathtakingly beautiful face, every move, every smile, was enchanting.
Many passersby couldn’t help but turn their heads as she passed, some even contemplating asking for her number.
But the beauty was unaware.
The night breeze brushed against her bangs, revealing her cold yet beautiful eyes.
She was still angry, angry that Kyle Keaton didn’t like her and disrespected their marriage.
Even if she had just scolded Kyle Keaton, the dissatisfaction in her heart hadn’t dissipated.
At that moment, a car horn suddenly blared from behind.
July Quinn turned around to see Kyle Keaton steering the car with one hand, appearing behind her.
The man was as concise and impatient as ever.
July Quinn’s gaze lingered on him for less than half a second before she said, "No, I can walk by myself."
He had annoyed her so much that she had to dress extravagantly just to shine among a group of beauties; how could two words appease her?
At least, she needed to see his sincerity.
But July Quinn didn’t expect that as soon as her voice fell, Kyle Keaton suddenly stepped on the gas.
The silver-gray Maserati dashed forward, disappearing into the alluring night.
What he left for July Quinn was a mouthful of exhaust.
What exactly did she see in him?
Bah! Is a person’s instant noodles not tasty, bubble tea not good, or phone games not fun?