The Unfaithful Mr. Scott novel (Eugene and Melanie)

Chapter 271

Eugene’s words seemed to carry a prickly coldness. Melanie looked at him, suppressed her emotions, and then said, “Who I’m with is none of your concern.” Her tone was indifferent, lacking much emotion.

Eugene’s expression remained indifferent as he sneered. His voice was low and cold as he repeated, “None of my concern?

“Melanie, you came here for your grandfather, right?” Eugene’s words made Melanie freeze.

She stared at Eugene tightly and asked, “What do you mean?”

Eugene’s gaze was steady. With his tall stature, he raised a brow slightly when looking at Melanie. He gave off a distant and unapproachable air. Void of any emotion in his tone, he said, “Just a reminder, he’ll only be in Jepton for two days.”

The ‘he; Eugene referred to was evident. Melanie slowly came back to her senses. Howard was Eugene’s uncle.

She quickly brainstormed. She did not have much of an impression of Howard. She only recalled Stella seemingly having a strained relationship with the Hel family while Eugene seemed to be on good terms with them.

could take her to see Howard. Melanie’s expression

to mention irrelevant matters. A mocking smile flashed in Eugene’s eyes

I have to do with any of your

eyes flickered. She was about to follow him when a petite figure suddenly

of her. The smile on her face had disappeared, and her gaze on

you heard what Eugene said. He doesn’t want you here. Why don’t

sarcastic remarks Stella made and Eugene’s complete disregard for her upon seeing Melanie made Viola uneasy. She decided to vent her frustration directly on Melanie.

smile, she said, “Melanie, I still need to go in and accompany the

at Viola’s arrogant expression, her eyelashes drooping lightly. “Miss Shaw, I hope you remember that you’re LeapCo’s secretary and not a receptionist

of mockery in her tone, Melanie reminded, “And even if you were a hotel receptionist, there would still be

about to retort, but Melanie had already left.

a hurry to leave once she was outside.

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time was tight. She stood at the hotel entrance, her brows furrowing as she