What Separates Me and You

Chapter 100 There’s Someone in His Car

Whatever strength Josephine had diminished. Her hands slumped as she leaned against the car window, staring, dully at the hotel’s garden. She mused, “What a joke. Lewis brought me along to his and Sierra’s date. Does he take me for some guard dog who can watch over his car? Is that why he locked me in here? Then again, I do resemble a guard dog in this situation.”

The corners of Josephine’s lips twitched before pulling toward the sides of her face. She couldn’t hold back her tears anymore. After all, she had spent more than twenty years chasing after Lewis’ love, yet he viewed her as nothing more than a dog. “How ridiculous and pathetic

of me.”

Sierra linked arms with Lewis, conveniently shoving her hands into his pockets for warmth. God, it’s cold out here. Why did it take you so long to get here?”

“Why didn’t you wear more layers?” Lewis eyed her sleeveless dinner gown, thinking it was an impractical outfit choice in the cold weather.

“It’s necessary for this occasion. Anyway, I brought a coat, but it doesn’t match my outfit or suit the event.”

Right after Sierra spoke, Lewis took off his coat and handed it to her. “Put it on.”

Sierra beamed upon seeing the coat in his outstretched hand. Soon enough, she accepted it, placing it over her shoulders like a shawl. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

She was about to kiss his cheek when he abruptly turned away. He coldly said, “Let’s get inside.

Sierra pouted in disappointment but still linked arms with him and entered the hotel. Her social event was merely a dinner for directors and investors to mingle. Some celebrities could attend such events, but the requirements for an invite were usually impossible to achieve. Few made the cut, especially new figures in the entertainment industries like Sierra.

Many people knew someone had financially backed her entrance into the industry. However, her backer’s identity was unknown, so they didn’t view Sierra as a qualified star. That was also why she had gotten invited to tonight’s event. Everyone wanted to know who her backer was; in other words, tonight’s social event determined how others would treat her in the industry. Having the renowned Lewis Alvarez as her backer would guarantee her a lifetime of jobs. No one would care if she were excellent or poor at acting.

Once Sierra entered the event hall with Lewis, she instantly became the focus of everyone’s attention.

It was challenging to meet with a prestigious business investor like Lewis. Thus, many attendees tonight looked forward to seeing Lewis in person. They were in utter awe when they

handsome, and intimidating he

proudly raised her chin and walked alongside Lewis, her arm still linked with

and extended his hand, saying, “I’m the organizer of this

nodded, accepting the former’s handshake. “Hello, Mr. Fowler. Sierra tells me you’re a big deal in

flatter me, but no, Miss Woods is exaggerating. I’m

they seldom. communicated. While they had heard of the other or passed by

I’ll introduce you to others who

Damian onto the second

longest time. The slight gap in the window could barely supply any oxygen to her, so she felt miserable. On top of that, her temples pounded with a roaring headache. Ironically, the gap also let in cold air, which worsened her headache and made her

into a ball on

would knock on the window for their attention, but it

in front of her car. Her eyes lit up immediately, and she slammed her fist hard against the car window. The longest while passed without the man. noticing, but when Josephine was about

he merely bent toward the tinted car window to smooth

in annoyance. That was when she saw Lewis’ lighter near the dashboard. She hurriedly grabbed a tissue from

of

and realized something was wrong. Finally, he turned to notice the smoke coming from inside the car. Furrowing his brows, he circled the car once and murmured, “Is someone smoking inside

realizing that its engine wasn’t running. The man rushed back to the front

was quick to

man heard it. “Is

do was knock harder on the window as the

listened carefully before determining there was indeed a person inside. Yet, he dared. not mess with the car after looking at its prestigious logo. Instead,

where he cried out, “There’s a Maybach outside with several eights on its plate. Whose car is it? Can someone go take a

at him once they heard his

asking, “Whose car

I don’t have such a fancy car