Love You Enough to Leave You

Chapter 356 Enjoying The Show

After a moment of silence, Oscar said coldly, “As long as you can make sure to not hurt her, I don’t care what intentions you have by approaching Tiffany; I just don’t want Amelia to worry about her. Indeed, I’ve withdrawn my efforts to look for Amelia. But that doesn’t mean I don’t know where she is. When the time is right, I’ll go look for her.”

The smile on Derrick’s face grew wider as he stood up and locked eyes with Oscar. A sense of male dominance filled the room when both men of similar heights stared down at each other.

After a few seconds, Derrick reached out his hand for a handshake and said, “Mr. Clinton, since our views on relationships are rather similar, I think we’d make great friends. Despite my looks, I’m not such a playboy as people think I am.”

Oscar merely looked at Derrick’s hand before turning away and going back to his desk. He then pointed at the entrance and said, “If that’s all you came here to say, you can leave now. I have no time for your games.”

With a smile on his face, Derrick shrugged. “Mr. Clinton, I’ve reserved a big private room at The Mirage for tonight. I’ve also invited some of the rich stakeholders in the industry. Do come and join us if you think I’m worthy enough to be your friend. Besides, I might even reveal some of Amelia’s information if you join us. After all, this is her idea. But again, it’s entirely up to you. Anyway, I’ll be leaving now.”

Upon hearing that, Oscar’s gaze deepened as he looked at the documents on his desk. He was perplexed by what Derrick had told him.

Despite what he said, Oscar still showed up at The Mirage later that night. According to the location Derrick sent him, he arrived at the entrance of the aforementioned private room. Perhaps there was a telepathic link between him and Derrick because the moment he arrived at the entrance, Derrick coincidently opened the door.

“Wow, what a rare sight! You’re finally here, Mr. Clinton! Come on in. Everyone’s waiting for you.” Derrick then pulled Oscar into the room.

“A round of applause, everyone. Despite being known for the difficulty to invite him to events, Mr. Clinton is finally here.” Derrick enthusiastically introduced Oscar to the rest as if he was some sort of host to a reality show. The crowd Derrick managed to pull together that night consisted of various heirs of wealthy families. All of them were quick to show Oscar respect by applauding his entrance. Despite being heirs to their successful parents, they were all respected businessmen themselves in their respective industries.

They all stood up and shook hands with Oscar while introducing themselves. Albeit not being in the same industry as Oscar, they were all aware of his achievements. Back then, Oscar would only attend business events that were deemed absolutely necessary. Apart from that, he rarely mingled with his clients. Ever since the rise of Clinton Corporations, he appeared even lesser because he didn’t need to entertain the others anymore. Hence, the heirs had never been presented with an opportunity to see him in person.

While Oscar was shaking hands with all the younger generation of businessmen whom he barely knew, he couldn’t help but gaze at a man who hadn’t gotten up from the sofa.

to the man, “Mr. Scott, you know Mr. Clinton, right?

and Derrick. Why did he

unperturbed. Derrick then turned to Oscar and said, “Mr. Clinton, Mr. Scott’s current girlfriend is Jennifer Larson. The Larsons and my family are

Carter stood up abruptly. “Mr. Hisson, I think you’ve been mistaken.

turned their

and your families are well aware

where you have gotten such ridiculous information, Mr. Hisson. There must be a

his mind went completely

“Mr. Scott, calm down. I’m sure

a word, Carter just stared at

a rare occasion that everyone’s gathered here tonight. Let’s have some fun! Don’t

as he said that, the atmosphere in

some small talks with Oscar, the crowd began their karaoke session. Derrick,

enough for you? Your mom has even paid the Larsons a visit

three glasses and sipped. He then glanced at Oscar and said, “There was never a relationship, to

you shirking responsibility, Mr. Scott?”

then downed his wine and looked at Oscar. “Mr. Clinton, I’d like to congratulate you on your divorce from Amelia Winters. I’ve been wanting to congratulate you, but unfortunately, I couldn’t find

took a sip. He then said flatly, “Mr. Scott, stop embarrassing yourself with your absurd self-confidence. Amelia and I just had a minor dispute. When she returns, she’d still be my wife. As for you, I think you

himself, was quick-witted with his

face

chimed in, “I’ve invited the two of you here to have some fun, so stop your bickering and show me some respect, okay? Since Amelia isn’t even here, what’s the point of fighting over her? It’s not like she