Unfinished Business with You

Chapter 83

Aleena said nothing, but she was inwardly mulling over the woman’s words. Perhaps I’m too well- mannered. I should just employ a more direct method. D*mn you, Robin, for failing to do such a trivial task!

After the fuss at the cocktail party, everyone looked at Olivia and Kate differently. The most blatant evidence was the fact that everyone seemed friendly with them, with increasingly more people handing them business cards and even expressing their hopes of a collaboration if the opportunity arose in future. Actually, everyone was of the same mind—these two ladies are Eugene Nolan’s friends. After all, no one dared to offend his friend. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Kate was ecstatic. Never have I thought that my magazine and I would become renowned in such a way one day.

Meanwhile, no one dared to report the incident at the cocktail party on this night since Eugene had spoken. When they were leaving, Eugene offered to send them back, but Olivia declined. The two women then hailed a taxi home.

Staring the upturned corners of Kate’s mouth that just wouldn’t go down, Olivia couldn’t resist saying, “Alright, just laugh if you want to do so.”

Kate laughed unceremoniously. “Ha ha… Don’t you think it was a blessing in disguise that I got slapped? Many celebrities expressed their interest in collaborating with me today, so I think I don’t need to worry for the next six months.”

Olivia burst into giggles. “Your success in taking advantage of Eugene’s influence today far exceeded my expectations.”

Grasping her hand, Kate declared solemnly, “I know you’re the person I should be thanking most. If it weren’t for you, Eugene Nolan wouldn’t have known me from a stranger on the street, much less be friends with me. D*mn it, I’m Eugene Nolan’s friend! I’ve decided to advertise your designs for free without asking you for a single cent in the future.”

Olivia shot her a glare. “You may want to do so, but I may not be interested.”

Looking at her dubiously, Kate asked, “Can’t you be a smidge more polite?”

Olivia clung to her shoulder. “Why should I? Considering our relationship now, talking about money will only ruin our friendship!” Kate was rendered speechless.

Meanwhile, Eugene went straight to Ruby Palace after leaving the cocktail party, having been pestered endlessly by Alex and Hayden since the incident during the cocktail party came to their knowledge through some unknown individual.

Upon seeing him, everyone in the room hollered, “He’s here, he’s here!” Eugene was then forced onto the sofa. Knowing that he disliked women, none of the women dared to go forward and tease him.

Since Alex was the master player here, he called out to a female guest relations officer (GRO), “Serenity, hurry up and pour Mr. Nolan a glass of wine. I’m sure he didn’t get enough to drink at the cocktail party earlier.”

Flashing Eugene a smile, Serenity Morris sensibly poured him a glass of wine before placing it on the table in front of him. “Here you go, Mr. Nolan.” Then, she returned to her post. The GROs in Ruby Palace were all insightful ladies, so they usually wouldn’t go up to their clients unless summoned upon noticing them talking.

Eugene took out a cigarette from the packet of cigarettes and lit it with a snap of the lighter. Then, he leisurely took a puff, upon which a cloud of smoke enveloped his devastatingly handsome face. “Hurry

up and cut the b*llshit!”

“What’s wrong? Are you in a bad mood? But didn’t you save the damsel in distress?” Alex remarked with a chuckle.

Likewise, Hayden teased, “It’s probably because the damsel didn’t pledge herself to him.”

Eugene shot them both a glare. “Is saving the damsel in distress just for the express purpose of having the damsel pledge herself to me?”

At this, Alex looked at Hayden. “If it’s not to have her pledge herself to him, why did he save her?”

“So that she’ll pledge herself to him in the future,” Hayden tacitly answered with a chuckle.

All at once, Alex gave him a thumbs-up. “Absolutely brilliant!”

Eugene flicked his cigarette ash into the ashtray. “Stop using your filthy thoughts to appraise my actions! What do you know?”

Sneering, Alex urged Serenity, “Quick, play a song to purify my filthy thoughts.”