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

intimidating he was,

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

middle-aged man approached. He smiled and extended his hand,

Sierra tells me you’re a big

comment off. “You flatter me, but no, Miss Woods is exaggerating. I’m only

that they seldom. communicated. While they had heard of the other or

way, Mr. Alvarez. I’ll introduce you to others who

nodded, then followed Damian

in the car for the longest time. The slight gap in the window could barely supply any oxygen to her, so she felt miserable. On top of

her chest, coiling into a ball

the window for their attention, but it was to no avail because

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 to give up, he suddenly came over. A spark of hope appeared

the tinted car window to smooth out his

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

little, the smoke seeped out of the gap, flowing toward

coming from inside the car. Furrowing his brows, he circled the

of the car, realizing that its engine wasn’t running. The man rushed back to the

was quick to

heard it.

nothing came from her lips. All she could do was knock

he dared. not mess with the car after looking at its prestigious logo. Instead, he yelled,

the hotel lobby, where he cried out, “There’s a Maybach outside with

once

whispers broke out, asking, “Whose

I don’t have such a fancy