“Which other idiot could it be if not him?” Drew sighed, lit a cigarette


    between his lips, and shot Axel a resentful re.


    “I really don’t understand what Be’s thinking. She’s already


    divorced, and there are scandals everywhere about that jerk. Why


    does she still have to go to such lengths to help him? She should just


    let him be!”


    Axel tried tofort him. “Just think of it as Be doing some


    charity. Don’t take it too seriously.”


    “Huh? Would Arnold be willing to treat Jerkface Justin?”


    Axel remarked casually, “He would probably do it. I mean, there’s


    nothing Be can’t handle once she sets her mind to it.”


    “Oh well. Since I don’te back often, I can’t just leave without


    doing anything,” Drew added, taking a deep drag of his cigarette. He


    squinted his bright eyes and exhaled a smoke ring.


    “How about this? I’ll sneak into the operating room and take the


    opportunity to take care of Jerkface Justin.” Drew suggested, makin a shing motion across his neck


    as he spoke.


    Axel immediately shivered and eximed, “Hey, don’t mess around! If you dare touch Justin, Savrow


    will be turned upside down! Don’t make


    it difficult for Be and Dad!”


    “Hehe, I’m just kidding.”


    Drew gave Axel a pat on the shoulder before making his way toward


    the crowded dance floor. He had a bit too much to drink and needed


    to sober up.


    Axel nced at the packed dance floor, feeling a bit stifled. Since he


    wasn’t fond of the smell of smoke, he decided to step out for some


    fresh air.


    The dance floor was alive with psychedelic lights, pulsating music, and the alluring movements of


    beautiful women. The atmosphere


    was electric, sending adrenaline coursing through the crowd.


    Drew danced closely with other women, a cigarette dangling from his


    lips. While he had some skills on the dance floor, his style leaned


    toward the ghetto side. If it weren’t for his good looks, he might have


    been mistaken for a rogue.


    Suddenly, Drew caught a whiff of a fragrance that left his mind hazy.


    Combined with the alcohol he had consumed, it momentarily left him


    feeling confused and dazed.


    Before he knew it, Drew found himself colliding with a warm, fragrant body, sending him stumbling


    backward.


    Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around the woman’s slender wa


    their bodies pressed tightly together.


    She smelled heavenly, and her body was irresistibly soft.


    As the lights shifted, Drew squinted his eyes and looked down at the


    person in his arms.


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    In an instant, Drew felt as though he had been struck by lightning. His fingers trembled with a tingling


    sensation as he held the woman’s


    waist.


    “Be?” Drew blurted it out instinctively.


    But something wasn’t right. This woman could not have been Be.


    Be didn’t have a mole on her eyebrow, nor would she ever wear this


    type of sweet perfume.


    Suddenly, Drew’s pupils contracted as his memory shed back to


    Meridan.


    “Is it you?!” Drew eximed.


    It was the woman he had encountered by chance in a foreign country.


    She left an unforgettable impression on him.


    “Do you know me, handsome? But I don’t know you,” Yvonne slurred,


    her eyes cloudy from the alcohol. Her arms were wrapped around


    Drew’s neck, and her warm breath tickled his neck. “But… I like your


    direct way of approaching me.”