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

called out as the

the passenger side and opened the door for us. “Miss

Thanks!” She tossed him

landed on me. “How

ask one of them to

“Get in. I’ll take

I’m fine! I can just get

me toward the car. “It’s just my brother, Tay–Tay.

tomorrow!” I had

for the night. We

Jones, your car keys, please.”

“Um…”

Jean finally joined in. “You drank some wine, and

pretty! Do you know how dangerous

I had no choice…

“Thanks, Michael.”

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