A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

“You sure can pack it away,” Matilda remarked with a brief nod.

Chloe rolled her eyes. “Hmph, one’s for you. Hey, handsome, go on, take a seat next to the lady here!”

The escort settled down beside Matilda with an enthusiastic grin, taking her by surprise. She blurted out without thinking. “Easy there, big guy!”

At another booth, Bennett craned his neck, spotting two men appearing out of nowhere at Matilda and Chloe’s table. He couldn’t help but chuckle, teasing Yvan, “Hey Yvan, your ex is something else, hired a couple of escorts.”

Yvan’s handsome face turned pale with irritation, but he managed to stay seated, just like Bennett, craning his neck to see.

He gritted his teeth and asked, “Which two? What do they look like?” Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Bennett laughed even more. “Ah, they’re pretty dashing, though not quite on my level…”

Meanwhile, Matilda was cornered by the overly friendly escort. Seriously, when did these people get so hands–on?

The escort complimented her, “You’re really beautiful, miss. Are you some kind of heiress or something?”

The question hit a nerve. Heiress? She was far from it.

Chloe quickly changed the subject. “Hey now, don’t go falling for someone else. Who’s prettier, me or her?”

The other escort smoothly intervened, “You’re dazzling, and this lady here is elegant.”

“Aw, what a sweet–talker!” Chloe’s tone and expression were all but that of a ruffian flirting with an innocent lady.

Matilda covered her face while Declan coughed twice, “Chloe, maybe dial it back a bit?”

Chloe, slightly drunk, turned to Declan with a flirtatious glint in her eyes. “Mr. Yeager, are your saying you want me to find you a male escort?”

Declan’s handsome face fell instantly!

Chloe shuddered, then turned to Matilda with a mournful expression, “Mat, you go ahead. Mr. Yeager and I… have some private matters to discuss.”

Matilda couldn’t wait to leave, so she quickly got up, said her goodbyes, and headed out.

Just as she reached the entrance, she bumped into someone.

He had sandy blonde hair and pale skin, with striking blue–green eyes, giving him a half–blood look.

Wearing a mischievous grin, he wrapped an arm around her as they collided, his playful demeanor carrying a hint of roguish charm. “Well, what do we have here? A delivery?”

Matilda glanced at him coldly and kept silent.

He continued, “Too bad, I’m here on business today, so I can’t play around. Let’s grab a drink next time.

Without a word, Matilda walked away.

Behind her, someone whispered, “Bro, that chick is gorgeous.”

“Right?” The blond man touched his chin, dressed in designer streetwear, his legs encased in skinny jeans, and his feet in a pair of Yeezys.

His attitude was carefree yet devilishly charming. “Man… should’ve asked for her number.”

But halfway through the thought, he suddenly remembered his actual business and cursed, “Damn, what are you waiting for? Get that no–good sister of mine out of there!”