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?”

she knew the gap

as the car window

door for us. “Miss Crowe,

She tossed him the keys.

Soren’s gaze landed on me. “How are you getting

valets nearby. “I’ll ask one

in. I’ll take you

really, I’m fine! I

arm and started dragging me toward the car. “It’s

it’s just… I need my car for work tomorrow!” I had to

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

Miss Jones, your car

“Um…”

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

how dangerous this is?!” Soleil added, tugging at my shoulder.

had no

“Thanks, Michael.”

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