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Pete’s order made things quieter on his end. His smile carried a hint of displeasure as he asked, “Ms. Arl, what did you just say?”

“I said we should go our separate ways,” I replied.

He shook his head. “What about the first part?”

“I said thank you.”

He gritted his teeth and said hoarsely, “I’m at The Royals. If you want to thank me in person, you’d better come here, but I doubt you dare to do so.”

I found it somewhat amusing, but from his expression, it was clear he wasn’t expecting a simple thank you. He seemed to want me to go over and confront him.

“Fine.”

I had made up my mind. I didn’t like to owe anyone a favor, and I knew that thanking Pete wouldn’t be as easy as it sounded.

-Thung up the video call, and noting his casual attire, changed into a similarly casual outfit myself. Staring

at my shoulder–length hair in the mirror, I still felt a bit uneasy.

The Royals, the top clubhouse choice for social events, was known for its excellent service. I was escorted politely to Pete’s private room. When I opened the door, I was met with uproarious laughter from

both men and women.

Before I could understand what was happening, I found myself face–to–face with the narrow, cold eyes of

Nicholas.

Pete leaped up like a monkey, laughing heartily. “I won Nick, see, I told you she would come.”

Nicholas elegantly lifted his glass, took a sip, and softly said, “Il cover the bill tonight. Let everyone enjoy themselves.”

It was clear to me what was going on. My heart ached deeply–the man who hurt me the most and my most painful rival were working together, using me as the subject of a bet.

I had a thousand thoughts of wanting to leave, but that would be too cowardly. My nature had never been

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I walked into the room amidst the laughter, calmly surveying my surroundings. Over the past four years. the status of Nicholas‘ wife had indeed given me some advantages.

Even though I was only 26 and not particularly old, my presence could still command respect from some people, especially those around my and Pete’s age.

As they quieted down to watch me, I managed a slight smile. I took a clean glass from the table and poured myself a drink.

“Let’s put this one on Mr. Hawk’s tab,” I said.

Nicholas looked up at me, his eyes as dark as ink, but he didn’t respond. I wasn’t embarrassed. I raised

my glass and addressed Pete directly.

I said, “A few days ago, I had some bad luck, but thanks to Mr. Shelman here, I managed to get out of it. I came today to say thank you.

“Since our families are quite close, and we’ve known each other since childhood, I can’t say anything too sentimental. All my gratitude is here in this drink.”

Pete looked a bit dazed. I ignored him and continued, “I’ll finish this drink, and you can do as you please.” I downed the drink in one gulp and threw the glass to the floor with a crash.

I smiled lightly and looked at Pete casually. “Whether you accept my thanks or not, I’ve said it. Next, as I mentioned before, we shall go on our separate ways.”

His eyes reddened. He stood up and threw a glass to the floor at my feet, shouting, “Ariana Jones, what do you mean by that?”

For the first time, he had called me by my full name and not “Ms. Ari“, indicating that he was serious. Although I had blocked his number before, we had never formally said goodbye.

Emotions were strange. Even though he wasn’t my best friend, he had been a playmate since childhood, and losing that connection suddenly brought a subtle sadness.

I coldly replied, “I mean, I don’t want to play with you anymore.”