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    At the party, people kepting over to toast with Jonathan, and he took them all up on it. In no time,


    he’d knocked back seven or eight sses.


    People around himplimented him, which made him feel bored. So he found an excuse and sat in


    the yard for a while. The little garden attached to the hotel banquet hall was blooming with all sorts of


    flowers.


    Beneath the flower tree, a fair number of men and women who’de out from the banquet hall were


    canoodling. Jonathan found a bench to sit on, took out his portable lighter, and started to fiddle with it.


    This was the only thing Estelle had ever given him, but it wasn’t something she’d bought for him


    specifically.


    The less she cared about him, the more he became infatuated with her. Thinking about how he’d driven


    like a madman to C City to find her!


    Was she ying these games with everyone?


    Jason, Xavier, oh yeah, and that Manley Scott!


    Jonathan couldn’t help butugh at himself, Estelle had always been quite the mystery. Like her never–


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    seen grandfather, her unusual skills, why she was hired by Snowy Studios…


    It’s just that he’d always trusted her so blindly, he chose to ignore these things!


    “President Lamont!”


    A crisp voice came from behind, and a girl in a pink dress hurried over.


    Jonathan turned his head and squinted slightly, “Gwen!”


    Gwen had been brought by Mr. Powell towork with some film investors. She didn’t expect to run into


    Jonathan here.


    Gwen was all dolled up, makeup on point.


    “Did youe alone? Why didn’t you bring Estelle?” Gwen looked around and asked with a smile.


    Jonathan nonchntly replied, “She’s tied up.”


    “Filming is about to wrap up. Estelle and I won’t be able to see each other often anymore. Just thinking


    about it makes me feel sad!” Gwen sat beside Jonathan, chatting like long–time friends.


    “You’ll see her if you want to.” Jonathan said casually.


    “I can’t bear to part with Estellle and the food. Wish Mr. Flemmings would open a few more barbecue


    joints so I can satisfy my stomach anytime.” Gwen said, trying


    to be cute.


    Jonathan asked, “Do you often eat at Xavier’s BBQ?”


    “Yeah!” Gwen’s eyes curved into crescents, “Because Estelle and Mr. Flemmings are great friends!”


    “How great?” Jonathan asked, his tone emotionless.


    “Anyway, it’s very good. Mr. Flemmings even remembers Estelle’s menstrual period. Every few days,


    he will make some light things for Estelle alone. He is really considerate!” After Gwen finished


    speaking, she suddenly realized she might have said too much. She quickly covered her mouth and


    guiltily said, “President Lamont, don’t get me wrong. Estelle and Mr. Flemmings are just ordinary


    friends, like us and Craig.”


    “Alright.” Jonathan didn’t say much, stood up, “I have something to do. I’ll go first!”


    “President Lamont!” Gwen caught up with him and said with a smile, “I also want to go home. If it’s on


    your way, could you give me a lift?”


    “Not on the way!”


    The man’s tone was cold as he turned and walked away.


    Gwen was ruthlessly rejected. She felt utterly embarrassed, watching the man’s retreating figure as her


    smile gradually faded.