Upon hearing this, Harper Gibson looked at Justin Battleson with amusement, and then nodded in agreement, saying, "Indeed, it’s too terrifying."
With slightly pursed lips, he let out a few low and pleasant chuckles from his throat. He then said, "Big bro, you don’t resemble your old self at all with this behavior."
He sighed lightly and shook his head regretfully, saying, "The old big bro used to be decisive and unwavering. Now you’re defeated by a woman and can only drown your sorrows in drink with us."
Upon hearing these words, Justin Battleson slightly frowned and irritatedly loosened his collar a little, revealing a hint of his fair collarbone.
Throwing back a mouthful of alcohol, he glanced at Harper Gibson and sneered, "Harper Gibson, you don’t even have a girlfriend, what do you know?"
As his words fell, the smile on Harper Gibson’s face became slightly stiff.
Adam Ross sat on the sidelines, taking delight in their discord. Fearing he might catch fire, he intermittently sipped his drink, trying hard to be unnoticeable. Follow current novels on novęlfire.net
Harper Gibson was slightly stunned for a moment, then smiled again, amusingly saying, "The focus is on you... According to your words, the legendary Miss Thompson is at the Red Dream Clubhouse across the street."
He lifted his gaze, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes, he softly said, "Big bro, would your future self sit here drowning in drink, afraid even to face her?"
The latter remained silent, deep in thought.
Seeing that his words had some effect, Harper Gibson’s gaze deepened. He continued to fan the flames, saying, "Big bro, Adam and I are both watching. Are you going to back down?"
In the quiet atmosphere, the sound of Harper Gibson’s half-laughing voice could be heard.
"Big bro, I look down on you."
Something seemed to have thoroughly angered Justin Battleson. He suddenly stood up from the couch, giving Harper Gibson a squinted glance, his voice full of menace.
"Harper Gibson, watch this, I’m going over now."
Having spoken, he briskly walked around the table and left.
Harper Gibson and Adam Ross exchanged a glance, gleefully seeing the same schadenfreude in each other’s eyes.
Inside the Red Dream Clubhouse.
The design department manager was tasked by Charlotte Thompson to keep the atmosphere lively. As the atmosphere was just getting exciting, many people finally started enjoying themselves.
From afar, one could hear the sound of lively drinking games and laughter.
Charlotte Thompson was quietly sitting at the end of the couch, unconsciously smiling at those sounds.
She took a sip of her red wine, a few stains of crimson liquid clinging to her lips. Under the dim light, she appeared inexplicably seductive.
Leaning comfortably, Charlotte Thompson half-closed her eyes and enjoyed the atmosphere.
After a while, she noticed something was amiss.
The originally lively clubhouse had become quiet at some point, nearly as quiet as a pin drop.
She wrinkled her nose in confusion, lazily opening her eyes. Under the dim light, a tall figure stood directly in front of her, casting a shadow over her.
The fingers holding the wine glass curled slightly, she looked at the man with profound eyes in front of her, slightly taken aback.
The latter looked back at her deeply, seemingly noticing the crowd’s silence as well. He turned his head slightly, his voice deep, "Everyone, just enjoy yourselves. After all, it’s rare for designer Thompson to book a venue."
Upon hearing this, Charlotte Thompson leisurely put down her glass, her lips curling into a smile, "Mr. Battleson, there seems to be a hidden meaning in your words."
Seeing Justin Battleson himself had come, everyone in the design department was somewhat apprehensive of him. After exchanging glances, their eyes filled with disappointment and they unconsciously quieted down a bit.