Zheng Lucien’s smile was bold as he handed Rosie a sparkling wine. “Fancy seeing you here, love. Who knew you’d abandon your legacy for such fruitless meetings?”
He c****d his head as he spoke, indicating that the people around them were the fruitless people that she should not be associating with. The rooftop was filled with elites of all kinds and people from various backgrounds.
Rosie laughed sarcastically, her eyes coolly regarding him. “How do you talk so calmly to me when you f****d up the last time we met?”
Lucien’s eyes darted briefly to the floor, uncomfortable. “Straight to the point, are we?”
“Yes.” She stepped closer to him, then raised her wine glass slowly to her lips and took a sip. “What is this? Why are you here? Stalking me now?”
“Stalking you?” Lucien rolled his eye
