Something clicked in my mind as I was drinking the last drop of the cocktail.
“Mr. Astor!” I thought to myself when it hit me hard that the man sitting next to me looked like the assistant director of the Astor Group, Jew was the same person that helped me with the bully at the trade fair. “Excuse me! Are you Mr. Astor?” He chuckled and bit his lip.
“Atlas, you remembered me. I thought I was easily forgotten by a beauty that gives me a massive pain in the heart” I huffed inwardly, suppressing the urge of rolling my eyes at him.
“That’s impossible, it's just that I haven’t seen Mr. Astor dressed casually. I hardly recognized you.” I paused and took a look at Jim’s and cursed. “Is she indirectly saying that I look bad?” He asked himself while checking out his outfit. Abruptly, he laug
