She stared at the huge letters spelling “Fwell Bar” disyed on the signboard of the shop and stopped


    at the door with a slight frown. She contemted it for a while and finally walked in.


    It was not thatte, so not a lot of people were in the bar. Several people were scattered, dancing on


    the dance floor.


    Under the dim lights, Marco sat expressionless at the bar counter, a cocktail ss in his hand, his aura


    cool and indifferent. He Looked highly attractive.


    Almost all the women in the bar had their eyes set on Marco, some of them even made suggestive


    nces at him boldly.


    Loraine scoffed inwardly.


    A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y


    He was good at attracting women.


    Marco’s eyes raised slightly and he spotted Loraine. Instantly, the chill in his eyes melted away, and he


    waved at her warmly.


    Instantly, all the eyes in the bar were trained on Loraine, some of them hostile, some in wonder.


    Loraine gulped and made her way to him under their piercing gazes.


    As she got close to him, she whispered, “What made you choose here of all ces to meet?”


    This was a bar!


    Although it was a bubbly ce to talk at night, the multitude of people made it a bad ce to discuss


    business.


    Loraine’s eyes narrowed. Was Marco fooling her? This wouldn’t be the first time he was lying to her


    after all.


    As she was contemting what was actually going on, she heard Davy call out to her from behind.


    “Loraine! You’re finally here.”


    Davy’s look had drastically changed from the formal attire he wore at the banquet. He had a ss of


    wine in hand and was dressed in a frivolous light purple suit. He shrugged and apologized to the


    women making suggestive nces at him.


    “I have a wife, sorry.”


    Loraine held in her Laugh.


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    Davy turned to her with a big smile and said, “It’s so boring having a meeting stuck in a meeting room,


    you know. So I thought it best we have a chat in a rxing environment and enjoy ourselves!”


    Loraine smiled and asked, “Do your wife and daughter know where you are?”


    She wondered whether she should send Sameen a message or not. Then Davy pointed to the dance


    floor.


    “Sameen was the one who chose this ce actually.”


    And in truth, there she was, moving happily on the dance floor. She even seemed to be the one leading


    the dance.


    Loraine’s jaw dropped in surprise.