Chapter 22


    Only Jonathan and Manley were still in the corridor. They were about the same height, and both had


    remarkable appearances and extraordinary temperament. The atmosphere in the corridor grew heavy,


    and the lighting seemed dimmer.


    Cold light flickered in Manley’s foxy eyes as he curled his lips and said, “Is Estelle really Mr. Lamont’s


    niece? Howe she doesn’t have the samest name?”


    Jonathan replied nonchntly, “No matter what herst name is, she still calls me uncle.”


    Manley clenched his teeth and forced a smile, “Really? I thought it was just a temporary recognition!”


    Jonathan chuckled, “I’m not that bored to temporarily adopt a niece, nor a girlfriend!”


    Manley raised his eyebrows, “Although Estelle just agreed to be my girlfriendst night, it’s not


    temporary.”


    Jonathan suddenly realized, “Well, then I can indeed be called Uncle by Mr. Scott!”


    Manley remained silent, “……”


    Damn!


    He tricked me!


    Just as Nigel and the others came out, the two engaged in an intense gaze battle for three hundred


    rounds before casually averting their eyes.


    Back in the private room, Manley always felt like he had been knocked down a peg by Jonathan. He


    was annoyed and couldn’t enjoy anything. Before the banquet was over, he made an excuse and left.


    When Estelle and Magdalen returned to the private room, Magdalen sat down and asked directly, “Is it


    because of that bitch named Heather?”


    Estelle looked up. “You know her!”


    Magdalen sneered, “I caught her once trying to send Morrison a gift in the middle of the night. I pped


    her face.”


    She thought that p would teach her a lesson, but it seemed not.


    Magdalen took a sip of red wine and asked, “What did she say that pissed you off?”


    Estelle briefly recounted what she had heard in the restroom.


    Magdalen’s face was unchanged, she took out her phone and called Morrison from her recent calls.


    He picked up after just one ring, and a refined, elegant male voice answered, “Magdalen.”This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    She asked, “Is Heather still at yourpany?”


    Morrison hummed in acknowledgement, “Yeah, why?”


    “No big deal, just that E overheard Heather bragging in the bathroom about how she got that female


    supporting role because she made you happy in bed. E got angry and pped her. I hope it won’t


    affect her making money for you?” Magdalen tapped the table with her bejeweled fingernail, her smile


    sending shivers down one’s spine.


    Morrison was silent for a full five seconds before calmly replying, “It won’t, because she be kicked out


    starting


    tomorrow!”


    He then lowered his voice, softly exining, “I never slept with her, and there was no inappropriate


    rtionship.”


    Magdalen teased, “But she sounded so sure, with all the details.”


    Morrison said, “Are you still at the Hungry Spoon? I’m on my way now!”


    He hung up the phone.


    Magdalen put down her phone and nced at the table, “The food is cold. I’ll have the kitchen prepare


    a fresh one.”


    Estelle didn’t say anything, just took a sip of wine and asked softly, “Is it tiring being with Morrison?”


    The Sampson family and the Langston family were old friends. Morrison and Magdalen had known


    each other since childhood and had a longsting rtionship. They got engagedst year.


    The Langston family’s business was mainly in media and entertainment. Morrison, as the prince of the


    Langston family, was rich and handsome, and attracted a lot of women.


    Entertainment headlines often featured Morrison’s romantic scandals with various celebrities. While


    Magdalen’s status as his girlfriend would not change, it must be tiring to deal with all these annoying


    situations, right?


    “I’m used to it!” Magdalen sighed andughed, “You know how I feel about him, and nothing will make


    me give up on him.


    Estelle understood, she just felt bad for her.