The Unfaithful Mr. Scott

Xander raised an eyebrow when she did not give him a reply. He asked Melanie another question, “Do you know Stephen York?” Melanie snapped out of her thoughts and wiped away the expression on her face. She said slowly, “He’s my friend.”

After that, she reached her hand out to Xander. “How do you do? I’m Melanie Smith.”

Xander shook her hand and sat opposite her. He cut to the chase. “Stephen told me you're thinking about organizing an art exhibition?”

“Yes, | do have interest in it.” Melanie was not shy about it. “I'd like to give it a try.”

Xander’s fingers were long and slender. They looked refined. He snapped his fingers at a waiter and asked for some pen and paper. After that, he began scribbling some numbers on them.

He pushed the paper to Melanie and said nonchalantly, “There are a few interesting exhibitions being held recently. You should go check them out.”

>> His writing was just like his personality. They were cursive, and sharp, yet looked tidy and pretty. Melanie looked at the long string of numbers‘ below and asked, “Is that your phone number?”

“Yup. | don’t really use social media.” Xander stood up after that. He looked at the time and frowned. After that, he asked Melanie another question impassively, “How long will you be staying at Prime City?”

Melanie answered, “I have no idea.” “Contact me after you've seen the exhibitions.” His words indicated that was busy with something else. Melanie stood up as well, However, she was careless about it and knocked into the corner of the table. Losing her footing, she fell forward.

Someone grabbed her arm. The scent of the man was clean and fresh. It was mixed with the smell of paint. Melanie stabilized herself.

She tried to be nonchalant when she looked at Xander, but her voice sounded a little embarrassed. “Thank you.”

“The furniture here has strong cultural features. It’s easy to bump into them.” Xander’s expression was flat. His hand quickly pulled back from Melanie’s shoulder.

Melanie paused. She wanted to say something when her phone rang. Eugene was calling her. He spoke the moment Melanie picked up, “Grab your things. We're meeting a client now.” He hung up after that and did not give Melanie a chance to reply.

Xander was still around. She could only say apologetically, “I'll buy you a meal the next time we meet. Thank you for making the trip.”NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

He nodded and strode out. He had decided to meet Melanie at the last minute because he wanted to avoid a difficult clierit. After Xander left, Melanie followed behind.

Eugene and Evelyn were still waiting at the restaurant meant for couples. When Melanie arrived, Evelyn was chatting with Eugene with a coquettish smile on her face.

When Eugene spotted Melanie, he raised an eyebrow and asked, “Where did you go?” “I was having my lunch at the restaurant next door,” Melanie replied. Melanie saw a new handbag in Evelyn’s hands. Eugene must have bought it for her before Melanie arrived.

Even though Melanie was not a fan of handbags, she had seen her fair share of them. It took one glance for Melanie to recognize that it was this season’s latest design from a luxury brand. It was worth five figures.

Evelyn noticed Melanie looking at it and laughed. She purposely lifted the handbag and asked Melanie, “Do you think this handbag looks good too, Miss Smith? Eugene was really generous. He bought it for me without batting an eye when | said | liked it.”

Melanie lowered her eyes. That really was generous of him. They had no idea if they would be able to continue working with Peyton, and he was already spending so much money on her daughter.

However, Melanie could not really voice this out loud. She gave a nonchalant reply and went off to drive the car over. There were two main people the branch office worked with. One was Peyton Turner, and the other was Tobias Carter. He was about 35 or 36 and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looked gentlemanly and refined.