Chapter 127


    As thest sliver of sunset was engulfed by the night, the curtain of darkness gently descended upon


    the city that never sleeps. The social g was in full swing, the atmosphere reaching a feverish


    crescendo as couples twirled on the dance floor, theirughter and chatter a symphony of the night. In


    the corners, hushed conversations over potential deals and better prospects took ce among the


    ambitious.


    At that moment, Yvan was undeniably the center of female attention.


    Matilda and Criss were invited downstairs by the host for a casual drink, and as they emerged from the


    hotel, they bumped into the host himself, who greeted them with a warm smile. “Ah, there you are! I


    was just about toe up and fetch you two.”


    Matilda returned the smile graciously. “You’re too kind, Mr. Simpson.”


    “It’s no bother at all. Let me introduce you to my son.” Bradford Simpson began, but he was cut off as a


    voice rang out from behind. “Dad, there’s no need for introductions.”


    Adrian stood there with a meaningful smirk, his eyes locked on Matilda and the man by her side. “Ms.


    Thompson and I are old acquaintances.”


    “Oh, is that so?” Bradford missed the undercurrent in his son’s tone and pped Matilda on the


    shoulder. “Well, that saves me a bit of trouble. Ms. Thompson, I was hoping to discuss the prospect of


    working with us next time…”


    Matilda hadn’t expected to encounter Adrian here. Her face had yet to settle into an appropriate


    expression when Adrian cut in bluntly. “Dad, why don’t you go ahead and entertain the other guests? I


    can chat with them just fine.”


    “Don’t cause a scene, son.” Bradford shot Adrian a look before excusing himself. “I’ll leave you to it


    then.”


    “Thank you, Mr. Simpson.” Matilda said with a polite nod as the host’s figure disappeared from


    view.


    It was then that Adrian’s sneer grew more pronounced. When he smiled, his oceanic eyes shimmered


    with a haunting beauty. “So, you’re cozying up to Criss now?”


    “What’s it to you?” Matilda’s retort wasced with sarcasm. She wasn’t alone anymore; she wouldn’t be


    bullied as she had been in the past.


    Adrian’sughter was openly contemptuous. “Denying old mes now, are we, Ms. Thompson? How


    cold. I wonder if Yvan gets the same sharp–tongued treatment.”


    He always knew where to strike deepest. Such a man was like a beast.


    Matilda’s smile was forced, masking the pain. “He’s an ex–lover. What are you?”


    Adrian’s face darkened, his hand reaching out to grab her, but Matilda deftly sidestepped.


    Her smile was chilling, her eyes icy pits as if she had anticipated his anger. Her exterior was delicate


    and lovely, but her demeanor was cold as a winter pond.


    She sneered with disdain, brushing past Adrian. In a whisper meant only for his ears, she left him with


    a parting shot.


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    In the next instant, Adrian’s pupils dted, and when he turned to look at Matilda again, she had


    already turned away without a hint of regret.


    Arm in arm with Criss, Matilda’s heels clicked against the floor as she made her way to the elevator.


    Her backless crimson gown red behind her like a me, zing out of Adrian’s sight. Watching her


    leave, he extended his tongue, slowly tracing his thin lips. His expression was impassive and devilish,


    his movements suggestively alluring.


    A wolfish gleam of amusement crossed his eyes as he murmured to himself, “Interesting.”