When he frowned, his whole body emitted a "keep away from me" cold aura.
It made people afraid to approach him.
As he passed by, the crowd automatically dispersed, giving him a path.
The bodyguards following him took out their wallets and put several banknotes on the bar counter, saying to the bartender, "This is for Ms. Kelloway’s drinks."
Frank Parker and Yannick Luther were regulars in nightclubs and were considered frequent customers in this bar.
So many people there knew him.
But not many people knew Rebecca Kelloway.
Besides the people in upper-class society, most people didn’t know her.
Seeing Frank Parker hassle with a woman, people couldn’t help but gossip in low voices.
"Who is that woman Mr. Parker is taking away? She’s quite pretty and has a good temperament. Is she his new girlfriend?"
"Girlfriend? More like a female companion. Mr. Parker has had many women by his side, but have you ever seen him admit that any of them are his girlfriend?"
"That woman looks a bit familiar; she doesn’t seem like an ordinary minor celebrity or Internet celebrity. And her attitude towards Mr. Parker doesn’t seem like an ordinary female companion."
"Could she really be Mr. Parker’s girlfriend?"
Rebecca Kelloway was dragged into Frank’s car. After the car door closed, he finally let go of her hand.
With her eyes red, she growled at him, "Frank Parker, are you deaf? I said I don’t want to go back. Who do you think you are to make decisions for me?"
She reached out to pull the car door open, intending to get out of the car.
But she found that Frank had locked the door.
"Frank Parker, what on earth do you want?" Rebecca turned her head, her eyes red and angry, staring at him, "Open the door, I want to get out."
"Rebecca, I should be the one asking you that."
Frank took out a pack of cigarettes, put one in his mouth, looked at her with cold eyes, and said, "What on earth do you want to do?"
Rebecca was taken aback: "What do you mean?"
"Ashton is already married, and he chose his wife himself. You should know that the things he chooses are always things he likes, and he wants them. Do you think it’s useful for you to refuse to let go?"
"All you’re doing is pushing him further and further away from you, with no purpose."
"Let go, Rebecca. There’s really no chance for you and Ashton."
There was one more thing he couldn’t bear to say.
Even if Ashton Heath wasn’t married now, Rebecca would still have no chance with him.
With Ashton’s personality, if he really liked a woman, he wouldn’t let her wait for so many years.
He had no romantic feelings for Rebecca at all.
Still clinging to him, her demeanor looked a little awkward.
In any other matter, Rebecca can pick up and let go easily.
But in the matter of liking Ashton, she had never been carefree once.
Looking at her , Frank couldn’t help but feel a bit angry.
Instead of comforting her as he used to, saying things that would give her hope, he simply ruthlessly shattered all her illusions and lingering expectations, his voice icy cold like a stranger’s.
"Face the reality. Ashton doesn’t love you, and he has never loved you. Even if his future wife isn’t Joanna Lawrence, it won’t be you. Rebecca, haven’t you known him long enough to understand him?"
"If someone could make him feel something, he wouldn’t let that person keep waiting. But you..."