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 between Soren and

out as the car window rolled

from the passenger side and opened the door for us. “Miss Crowe, allow me to drive

Thanks!” She tossed him the

gaze landed on me. “How are you getting home,

toward some of the valets nearby. “I’ll ask one of them to drive me home in my car!”

frowned. “Get in. I’ll take you home.”

fine! I can just get a

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

I need my car for work tomorrow!” I had

turned to Michael. “Mike, leave my car here for the night. We can get John to drive it back tomorrow. You

Jones, your car keys, please.”

“Um…”

“You drank some wine, and I don’t feel safe letting a valet drive you home

you know how dangerous

had no choice…

“Thanks, Michael.”

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