The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 155

We divided the wine equally among ourselves. It was delicious but not at all intoxicating.

As we were finishing our meal, I sent Soren a heads–up.

Soren: [I’ll be there in half an hour.]

Estimating when he’d arrive, we decided to leave.

Jean insisted on seeing us off, following us all the way to the entrance.

Soren’s car pulled up just in time.

Jean casually sidled up next to me and whispered, “Spill the tea, girl. When did you two start?”

“What do you mean? Are you drunk?” I replied, feigning innocence.

“Miss me with your acting, Tay!”

“You’re misjudging our relationship, Jeannie,” I said sincerely. “I’m not even legally divorced yet. How could we possibly be together? Even if I were, I’m the daughter of a white–collar criminal who’s in jail! How are we supposed to be together?”

gap between Soren and me was too

out as

door for us. “Miss Crowe, allow me to drive your car back to

Thanks!” She tossed

on me. “How are

pointed toward some of the valets nearby. “I’ll ask one of

frowned. “Get in. I’ll take

really, I’m fine!

dragging me toward the car. “It’s just my

just… I need my car for work tomorrow!” I

skill issue.” Soleil turned to Michael. “Mike, leave my car here for the night. We can get John

Jones, your car

“Um…”

it!” Jean finally joined in. “You drank some wine, and I don’t feel safe letting a

you’re so pretty! Do you know how dangerous this

had

“Thanks, Michael.”

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