He Just Let Her Put Her Arms Around His Neck
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She did not have time to wonder who was gasping in the surrounding crowd. For the past three years, she had been through all of the fickleness of human relationships. Frank was chasing after her, and she knew that even if she were to ask for help, there were very few people who would dare to get involved.
It was ironic. She usually avoided mingling with powerful people, but she was seeking connections with these powerful authorities now.
She looked at the man with her watery eyes. Suddenly, she was dumbfounded. The man is very good-looking. His sculpture-like features, his well-defined frame, a pair of sword-like eyebrows and a mountain-high nose…
Most importantly, he had a pair of deep and beautiful eyes. They were so clear and bright, as resplendent as obsidian. When she looked into them, it felt as if they were boundless, like two deep lakes, and extremely dangerous.
Ishla found him very familiar. She seemed to have seen this pair of eyes somewhere before.
Frank was burning with rage and determined in his pursuit.
Seeing that she was clinging to a man, he rolled his sleeves and wanted to drag her away. However, he had been in high circles for over twenty years and he had seen many things. He could tell at a glance that this group of people weren’t the type to be carelessly trifled with.
Frank stiffened.
The man at the far front had his hands parked in his pockets, and seemed to be looking at Ishla but glanced at him. He then looked at the bunch of people behind the man and he found a few familiar faces. He was surprised that those with him were some of the leading giants in the city.
What shocked him the most was that the person who was standing next to the man was Stefan Cruise. The Cruise family name reverberated like thunder in everyone’s ears. Stefan’s father was the leader of the central authorities and was highly influential. And his father was the mayor of the city, and he himself was a famous unrestrained billionaire. His father was once angry at him and threw him into a military camp several years ago.
He noticed a cigarette between Stefan’s lips as he glanced at him in disdain.
The glance made Frank sober up a bit. He immediately smiled and greeted me to apologize. “Excuse me, sorry to bother you…”
He turned and left.
He took two steps and someone called out softly as if they were requesting instructions or asking a question, “Sir, Lenordo Smith…”
Frank was covered in a cold sweat. He quickly wiped it away with his sleeves. He had only heard of one Sir, Lenordo Smith. If he were the man that didn’t even glance at him the entire time, then the situation made sense.
It was Jonty, Sir, Lenordo Smith’s secretary, who just said, “Sir, Lenordo Smith.” Jonty saw a half-drunken woman with her arms hanging around his boss’s neck, and he was asking for Sir, Lenordo Smith’s permission to have the woman dragged away.
Sir, Lenordo Smith waved his hand, signalling him to keep quiet.
He looked at the woman. It was her.
The girl who saved his life on that winter day three years ago.
Interesting.
Sir, Lenordo Smith arched a smile and asked in a low and charming voice, “Miss, have you confused me with someone else?”
Who is she calling “dear”? Being chased by a fat middle-aged lecher having to use him as a shield. It seems that she has had it pretty bad over the past three years.
Ishla felt so dizzy, as the drinks she downed earlier had gone to her head and blurred her vision. She tried hard to open her eyes and saw that the man was wearing a sarcastic smile with a hint of delight.
She flashed him a sweet and bright grin and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. She raised her eyebrows and said coquettishly, “Just borrowing you to put on an act. Why this reaction? I know. I got it. Here, it’s your tip.”
While talking to Leonardo, Ishla reached for the money in her neckline. She was wearing a V-neck top.
She took out a bill from her neckline and put it into the pocket of the suit Lenordo was wearing. She then tapped his shoulder and smiled, totally drunk. “Here is half of the two hundred I made today. Don’t say I’m not generous enough.”
She let go of him and stumbled away.
Jonty and the rest of the people stared at her in astonishment as she walked away. Who is this woman? Did she have the slightest idea about the man who had just stood right in front of her?
Mr Smith would not even blink, even if five more zeroes were added to that bill.
It’s a wonder that she took the note out. She’s absolutely drunk.
Jonty was the first to stop staring. He looked at his boss tentatively, who was still assuming an air of grace as usual. Leonardo looked down, reached for the note, and casually threw it at him.
Jonty hurriedly grabbed the note. He couldn’t believe what he saw: there was a hint of a smile in his boss’s eyes.
A doting, indulgent smile.
Leonardo began to walk. Stefan glanced in the direction in which Ishla had gone, and nudged him while asking him curiously, “Buddy, who’s that woman? You’re always indifferent to women. How come you let her come near you? Is this because she’s particularly pretty?”
Everyone knew that Mr Smith was celibate. He was thirty years old. As the son of the Smith family and the CEO of a business Emperor, he was the most desirable bachelor in people’s eyes. In those years, Stefan had never seen him care to pay attention to any woman.
And as a man who once served in the army, he was expected to be agile. Stefan didn’t believe he hadn’t noticed that drunk woman bumping into him. He just let her put her arms around his neck and he smiled so warmly. There’s got to be something going on.
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