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?”

Even she knew the gap between Soren and me was too wide.

called out as the car window

and opened the door for us. “Miss Crowe, allow

Thanks!” She tossed him

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

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

in. I’ll

I’m fine! I can just get

me toward the car. “It’s just

work tomorrow!” I had to

to Michael. “Mike, leave my car here for the night. We can get John to

Jones, your car keys,

“Um…”

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

Do you know how dangerous this is?!” Soleil added, tugging

I had no choice…

“Thanks, Michael.”

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