Unfinished Business with You

Chapter 84

Serenity nodded with a smile. Then, she sat down a fair distance away from them with her lute in her arms. In no time, the crisp and sweet strains of music floated in the room. Meanwhile, the other ladies exclaimed jokingly, “Don’t purify yourself, Mr. Road! We love you as you are.”

Chuckling, Alex remarked, “That makes sense. Mr. Nolan here is chaste, so I’m your only hope. How does the saying go again? If I don’t sacrifice myself for the greater good, who will?”

“Pfft…” The ladies giggled, while Eugene shot him an affronted glare. “You should have a care lest I throw up at that gross remark!”

Unfazed, Alex leaned close to him with curiosity written all over his face. “So, what exactly happened? I heard that you even crushed Harriet Grant? Isn’t there a collaboration between Grant Group and Nolan Group?”

Downing his glass of wine, Eugene replied with utter distaste, “She can’t manage her brother well, so I kindly helped her out!”

“Her target was Olivia Maxwell, so what has it got to do with you?” Alex asked in feigned bafflement, craftiness concealed in his eyes.

“Could I have just ignored it when she was right beside me?” Eugene retorted.

Alex arched an eyebrow even as he smirked slyly. “Really? Do you just like her that much?”

Cutting him a glare, Eugene stubbornly declared, “What that man did was practically slapping me across the face right before me, so I just didn’t like him. What has it got to do with liking her?”

Alex curled his lips and exclaimed, “Cut that crap! Did you think I don’t know you? When have you, Eugene Nolan, ever loved poking your nose into someone else’s affairs?”

“He just had to come and seek death, so what could I do?” Eugene shot back.

Alex exchanged a look with Hayden. “You’re sure you don’t like her?”

“He can’t admit it even if he does. After all, Eugene is the kind of person who’s used to being pursued.”

After snubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray, Eugene demanded with a disdainful look, “Do you two even know what liking someone means?”

The two of them shared a look before they burst out laughing. “Indeed, we’ve never saved any damsel in distress, unlike you.”

“Let me ask you this—what were you thinking back then?” Alex asked.

“Nothing,” Eugene answered perfunctorily.

Alex’s expression turned knowing. “That’s it. It’s game over for you. It’s exactly such subconscious action that’s most terrifying! It seems like you’ve been taken down without you even having realized it.”

Eugene was rendered speechless for the very first time. Actually, he was thinking at that time. When he heard that the man wanted Olivia to sleep with him, his only thought was to kill that man. Perhaps it was because they’d been teasing him, but he abruptly recalled the time when he saw her during the grand competition. I was truly happy back then, delighted even. Could it be that… I have really developed feelings for her?

The next day, Olivia was in the studio, keeping an eye on things since the renovation was about to be done when she suddenly received a call from Eugene just moments after she’d arrived, asking her to

go over to Ruby Palace. While he didn’t specify the reason, she knew that he wasn’t the kind of person who’d ask her out for no reason, so she readily agreed and drove over to Ruby Palace right away.

Since she’d been here once, she was familiar with the place. The moment she went in, she noticed a huge crowd gathered in the lobby. As she was wondering what was happening, she heard a woman’s furious bellow. “Ben Roberts, what do you take me for? A back-up lover? Aren’t you on a business trip?” This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Stifling his anger, the man proclaimed, “I just came back, okay? She’s just a client, so you don’t need to get all suspicious.”

After taking two steps further, Olivia caught sight of the person who was speaking at a single glance. The man was casually dressed in black, his expression as dark as charcoal. On the other hand, the woman was wearing a red dress, her face brimming with profound ire. Meanwhile, the woman standing beside the man was Anna.

Recognition dawned upon her. Aren’t these two people the couple I bumped into when I bought a car? Ben Roberts and Jessica Smith. Huh? Are they crashing now? Inexorable joy inundated her. I just knew that they’re going to crash and burn sooner or later. She then squeezed further to the front.

Her face bright red with fury, Jessica sneered. “A client? Ben Roberts, I’m truly impressed that you managed to cook up such an absurd lie! Which part of her screams client?”