The Unfaithful Mr. Scott

The content was no different. She was asking Melanie when she would give her money again. Melanie deleted those messages emotionlessly and put down the phone to rest.

However, Dylan seemed to have a telepathic sense and called her just then. Melanie exhaled and answered the call

Dylan’s voice immediately came through. “Mel, why haven't you been answering the phone? | was getting anxious!”

Melanie let out a sigh as she replied, “I've already told you I’ll give you the money. You don’t need to remind me every day.” “Mel, listen to me.” Dylan, however, completely ignored her and continued urgently, “Can you give me the money quickly?

“| know you're trying to provoke me by withholding the money, but | don’t care even if you keep blaming me. Peachie is innocent! “Those damned people said if | don’t give them the money soon, they'll sell Peachie!”

Dylan’s tone was desperate, but Melanie found it laughable. Pinching her brows, she said, “Did George tell you that if you don’t bring the money back, he'll sell Peachie?”

Dylan’s crying abruptly stopped. Melanie sneered, hung up the phone, and decisively turned it off.

At Butterfly Club, Simon was surrounded by a group of people making a commotion. Inside the private room were five or six young models and internet celebrities. It was a lively atmosphere.

However, Eugene was sitting alone in the corner, emitting an aura that warned strangers to stay away.

Simon drank with enthusiasm. He raised his glass toward Eugene from a distance and said, Eugene, we agreed not to return until we’re drunk today. Why are you sitting alone over there?

“Not in the mood,” Eugene replied almost blankly. Simon clicked his tongue. He was about to say something when he heard somed neone nearby jokingly say, “Eugene probably feels uncomfortable right now. Melanie has moved in with Xander, after all.”

The person who said that had also consumed quite a bit of alcohol and had no filter over their words. They continued without reservation, “Isn't it said that men are possessive?

“Even if they don’t want something, they'll still feel annoyed if someone else picks it up. Eugene’s probably thinking that now. Melanie used to revolve around him, but suddenly, she’s all about Xander.”

The person went on to make some additional comments, but no one paid attention. Someone asked, “How do you know?”

“Yvonne's circle. They're all playing cards at Xander’s house.”

“Can you shut up?” Simon slammed his bottle on the table, his temper flaring. “It’s my birthday. If anyone mentions that damn woman Melanie again, they should get lost.”Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

It was then the crowd recalled that Melanie had given Simon a piece of her mind earlier. They refrained from talking about the matter again. Feeling upset, Simon grabbed a bottle of alcohol and went to Eugene.

He placed the bottle on the table, poured two glasses without saying a word, and handed one to Eugene. He said, “If you’re my friend, drink with me.”

Eugene looked up

and glanced at him. He then picked up the glass and downed the drink in one shot. Simon refilled the glass and placed it in front of Eugene.

Just like that, Simon poured and Eugene drank.

It was not until the man had downed three glasses that Simon pushed away the glass. He sat next to Eugene and sighed suddenly, seemingly irritated.

Eugene was still calm, and his tone was indifferent as he said, “If you have something on your mind, say it.”

Simon raised his hand, tugged at his own hair, and then casually asked Eugene, “Are you really planning to settle down with Viola?”

Eugene’s hand on his knee paused, and his voice revealed no emotions. “Go on.” “Viola is a nice person. She seems like a good woman,” Simon said before suddenly turning to look at Eugene.

He continued with slight sarcasm, “Speaking of which, Eugene, do you remember what we accidentally overheard between Melanie and your dad back then?”

Eugene's gaze narrowed, but he did not respond.

Simon sneered and continued, “Eugene, I’m serious. Viola is a decent person. If you two get married, | promise to give you guys a huge gift.”

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