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    Maeve thought of something and pursed her lips. She looked away as if nothing had happened. After telling Bonnie, she went to the front desk to settle the bill and left the restaurant with Alex. Maura was very reluctant to let them leave like that. She stood up wanting to go to the washroorn to wipe the red wine off her face.


    At this moment, a waiter walked over to them and said to Maura and her malepanion, "You have affected our restaurant''s operation and caused trouble for our distinguished guest. Please leave now and don''te again."


    They


    were stunned to hear this. Especially Maura. She did not think the distinguished guest the waiter referred to was Maeve. It could only be the man who had helped Marve just now Maura did not expect Maeve to be so capable. Maeve was already married, but she was still hooking up with other men. There must be a misunderstanding." Maura tried to exin. "Maura was the one who fell. Why should we be med-"


    ???


    Her malepanion, Oli Vance, interrupted Maura in an unpleasant tone. "That''s enough. If you hadn''t stuck out your foot just now and caused her to fall, would things have turned out like this?" Maura''s expression changed. She looked at Oli aggrievedly. "Mr. Vance..."


    Oli ignored Maura and said to the waiter, "Help me tell Mr. George we were wrong. I hope he can forgive us."


    Oli hade here to find an opportunity to hook up with Ray, but before he could see Ray, his femalepanion had offended him Oli paid the bill and left without even looking at Maura. Maura couldn''t care less about the red wine on her face and hurriedly chased after Oli. "Wait for me, Mr. Vance."


    Ray saw this andmented with interest, "I can''t believe Byron kicked these two small fries out. I''m not sure if they are lucky or not..


    "I''m curious too," Jarrett smiled teasingly, "Didn''t you say Meave is not yours? Why are you still helping her! She''s already


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    Byron swirled the red wine ss on the table and said coldly, "I just don''t like people being an eyesore when I''m eating. It affects my appetite."N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    Ray let out a long sigh. "I understand. After all, Maeve''s just your maid. However, she is quite attractive. Mr. Brown seems very worried about her." tell. Maybe they will end up together." Jarrett put on a knowing expression. They look quitepatible."


    can


    Byron ignored them and slowly took a sip of red wine. However, he tightened his grip on the wine ss


    Ray wanted to continue stirring up trouble, but when he saw Byron''s increasingly gloomy expression, he tactfully stopped. "By the way, do you want to go to Nightless Club tonight?" he suggested. Jarrett shrugged. "I am free today. Sure."


    "What about you, Byron?" Ray asked.


    Byron looked down at the red wine ss in front of him. He recalled how Maeve clung delicately to Alex and sneered inwardly. He did not hear Ray''s question. It was not until Ray shouted a few more times that he slowly looked up and said coldly, "Sure."  U.  68%


    It was night. In the private room on the 27th floor of the Nightless Club, the night view was scenic and the decorations exuded a luxurious and exquisite aura, making people feel as if they were in a pce.


    The card game that was going on in the circr hall wasparable to a one-sided massacre. The yers were sweating continuously, their expressions were bitter as they looked at their decreasing amount of chips. They wondered what was wrong with Byron today. In the past, when they yed cards, Byron would go easy on them so they would not lose too badly. However, he was absolutely crushing them today.


    On the curved sofa, Byron''s slender legs were casually crossed. He held a cigarette in his right hand. It faintly shed red. emitting the smell of nicotine. The smoke obscured his face, making his eyes darker. It was difficult to tell if he was happy or furious. When another round ended, Byron pushed away the pile of chips in boredom and stood up calmly. "I''m switching out."


    of relief. The Great Demon King was finally tired of ying. on the other si


    Byron took a ss of wine and walked to the other side of the ssical room divider. He sat down on the sofa and drankzily.


    Jarrett walked over from the pool table on the oth


    side.


    eyes were like deep dark pools of water


    Everyone at the table heave


    heaved a a sigh of


    Seeing that Byron was drinking and smoking, he raised his eyebrows. You rarely smoke. Are you worried about Patrick, or is it because of something else!"


    arrett dian


    Byron did not speak.


    His


    "Two, I think. ?ne is myputer. Why?"


    say anything else. else. He took a ss of wine and drank beside Byron.


    cigarette was about to burn out when Byron suddenly said. "Jarrett, how many girlfriends have you had?"


    Jarrett thought for a moment. "Two, "If a woman acts like she на


    she likes you but doesn''t care about you being with other women, what does it mean?" Byron said coldly.


    "That means she doesn''t like you," Jarrett replied decisively. The more jealous a woman is, the deeper her love is. It''s the same the other way around." Byron''s expression instantly turned cold. He crushed the cigarette into the ashtray. The cigarette butt turned into a pile of dregs. It was a tragic sight. Seeing this, Jarrett asked curiously, "Are you talking about... Mace?"


    As soon as Jarrett asked, he met Byron''s sharp and cold gaze. "Are you kidding around?" Byron mocked coldly.


    Jarrett raised his eyebrows. "Is it Karen then? No way. If it were her, you wouldn''t have to be forced by your grandfather to marry." He thought, ''Other than Karen, the only woman around Byron is Maeve. How interesting Looking at Byron''s abnormally cold face, Jarrett said, "You can''t listen to what others say about this. You must ask her what she thinks." She thinks.


    Ask that heartless and hypocritical woman who only knows how to pretend? What for? Just so she can continue acting?" Byron thought. He said coldly, "Who cares what she thinks? It has nothing to do with me." Then you...


    "Do you still need to promote the new software you developed recently?"


    Jarrett immediately shut up and signaled that he would not say another word. His work was at an important juncture. The new software, akin to his son, had to take the world by storm. He needed Byron''s help. Ray lost thest of his chips. He returned gloomily and saw that they were both drinking. "Isn''t this boring? What''s the point ofing to such a ce to drink?"


    Soon,


    Jarrett rolled his eyes. "This is a club. What would we be doing here besides drinking? Enjoy the scenery and talk about life?"


    Ray choked. He was unable toe up with a retort and could only join them.


    When it was almost midnight, the small golden table in front of the sofa was filled with empty wine bottles.


    Ray didn''t drink much and wasn''t too drunk. However, Byron and Jarrett were already wasted.