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Chapter 267 Spend the Night With Me

Upon hearing this, Nathael reached for a cigarette from the pack, put it to his lips, and ignited it, querying in a low voice. “What’s your plan?”

Jimmy chuckled. “What plan could I have? I just hope she stays away.”

Before Nathael could reply. Ericko, who was standing nearby, glanced at him and questioned, “Did you have a fight with Nana?” s

Nathael paused, suddenly conscious of his brother–in–law’s presence.

“No.” Nathael answered, taking a long drag from his cigarette and looking towards Ericko.

Ericko, with a tone of disappointment, said, “I’ve found a new man for her. When are you thinking of ending it with Nana?”

Nathael’s expression turned grave, knowing he could not upset Ericko at this point.

He could only blame himself for the situation, having previously struck Ericko in the face.

Though outwardly polished and composed, Ericko’s vanity was his biggest concern.

Now, Nathael was facing the repercussions.

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Nathael’s gaze grew stern as he replied icily, “I appreciate your concern, but I have no intentions of that.”

Jimmy’s face brightened slightly, and he smiled, “Okay, I’ll have a big gift for you when you marry my dear

sister!

Ericko gave him a level look and calmly stated, “Don’t jump to conclusions. When did she become your

sister:”

Jimmy’s eyes glinted, and his smile, removing any semblance of aggression, rendered him exceptionally attractive. “She’s as good as a sister to me.”

chuckled and teased, “Dream on!”

a high–necked sweater, added coolly, “Jimmy always looks. for shortcuts. Watch him

attractive face. Then, he stuck out his

drink in

hurried into Crimson Grove, dressed in a light yellow

spirits, her face adorned with delicate makeup as she weaved through the bustling crowd

wind of the incident at the banquet, but regrettably, Maggie had managed

was missing the spectacle

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grandfather, a respected figure in the literary arts. While the Pierces did not match the Clockes‘ influence, they enjoyed

Orson.

the recent banquet, her grandfather had taken the opportunity to introduce her to Orson, hoping he

excelled in floral and avian art, whereas Orson was renowned for his landscapes and portraits. Orson’s landscapes fetched high prices at auctions, but his portraits, brimming with a distinct allure, were even more coveted.

securing a portrait by him could elevate

her politeness at the banquet, Orson declined, citing his advancing age and dwindling

year, and his declining output meant acquiring his work

the crowd

strike up a conversation with the man Maggie had

by his elusive nature, Sierra

whereabouts, a dimly lit photo in her group

གི་ཚད་ཇ་བགྲོ་བ ཧཱུྃ ཋཎྜ

and his friends are at Crimson

look, she realised the man depicted was not the one

into a new outfit, hailed a taxi, and embarked on her quest, hopeful

luck favoured her. Before long, Sierra spotted Nathael lounging on a sofa, cigarette hand, and his shirt

in

and an unfamiliar nervousness washed over her, tinting

her courage, she approached with a lifted

deeply engaged in their casual conversation when

his brow, Nathael turned his gaze to the newcomer.

Sierra coolly met Nathael’s eyes and boldly asked,

surrounding crowd in the lively nightclub,

Spend the