Chapter 193


    As far as Emani could think, there seemed to be only one possibility as to why Garrett was protective of


    J.


    J was either his girlfriend, or he was nning to ask her out.


    Thinking of it, Emani couldn’t help but nce at J’s dress again.


    Garrett was famous for his generosity. She wondered if the dress was his gift to J.


    Emani then turned to look at J. She was indeed a beautiful woman, so it wouldn’t be a surprise if


    Garrett liked her.


    “You’re right, Mr. Harding.” She forced a smile at J, her eyes no longer domineering as before.


    She looked calm andposed even though she wasn’t happy about it. “This dress does look better


    on you than it did on me, Miss Lind.”


    “Thank you, Miss Gomez,” J could still sense the sarcasm in her words. She was impressed at


    how fast Emani had changed her attitude. The woman would make a fortune if she acted for a living.


    Garrett didn’t say anything more. He took a sip of the champagne and nced at the dancing floor.


    Ethan was walking toward the hall.


    Garrett looked away and nced at Emani. “You guys carry on.”


    Emani wasn’t in the mood to talk with J. She looked down upon women who seduced men and


    then slept their way to the top.


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    But she couldn’t afford to offend Garrett. Therefore, she had no choice but to smile at her and carry on


    a polite conversation. “Did Mr. Harding gift this dress to you?”


    J shook her head. “Thepany held a dinner partyst time, and my evening dress got stained.


    So he lent this dress to me.”


    However, Emani didn’t believe it. She assumed J was ashamed to admit her rtionship with


    Garrett simple because she was just his mistress.


    There were many such women in the industry. Besides, Garrett was a well-known yboy.


    Sensing that Emani had misunderstood her, J hurriedly waved her hand to rify herself. “Mr.


    Harding and I work in the samepany. That’s all.”


    Emani arched an eyebrow, still doubting her words. “Right, of course,” she said perfunctorily


    Garrett had brought J here just to distract her so she would cut Ethan some ck. Seeing Emani


    now eye J with suspicion, he quickly exined, “Emani, when did you be inquisitive? You


    shouldn’t jump to conclusions.” Garrett looked stern.


    He feared there would be another misunderstanding. After all, Ethan was here; he didn’t want to make


    him unhappy and face his wrath.


    Hearing that, Emani returned to her booth without uttering another word.


    “Shall we go back, Mr. Harding, or should we go and check on Mr. Larson?” J didn’t want to talk to


    Emani from the very beginning. She hated the woman for what had happened earlier. J would


    never get along with such an arrogant woman.


    “Mr. Larson is fine. He is busy with his work and has already left,” Garrett said, pretending to look at his


    phone.


    J took her phone and found that Brandon had texted her back. “You are wee.” The message


    was brief and concise.