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    Joash nced at the luxury car and felt the vehicle looked familiar even though there were not


    many of them in Jadeborough.


    After seeing the driver in the car, he greeted, “Mr. Sullivan!”


    Since Joash started working with Bruce, he met Steven several times at Genevieve Orsi Productions.


    Steven was the one who sent Bruce to an event not long ago, driving the same Rolls-Royce Phantom.


    No wonder this car looks familiar!


    Steven nodded and took a nce at the man beside him. “Didn''t you drive?”


    “I did. I parked the car at Imperial Club since we came here to have supper with Ms. Rachford,” Joash


    said while scratching his head. “But Mr. Gable is exhausted, and it''s too troublesome for us to retrieve


    the car from the club. I was thinking of getting him an executive taxi to send him back to his


    condominium first.”


    “No need for that. I can send you guys home.” Steven unlocked the car door. “I have nothing to do


    anyway.”


    “Okay! Thanks, Mr. Sullivan!” Joash expressed his gratitude.


    He opened the door to the backseat for Bruce to get into the car before slipping to the front passenger


    seat. “Mr. Sullivan, please drive us to Regality Gardens.”


    “I know that ce.” Steven did not turn on the GPS navigator. “Where do you stay?” he then asked.


    “Oh, I''m staying in Maple Garden.”


    “Regality Gardens is after Maple Garden,” Steven said. “In that case, I''ll drop you off first.”


    “Sure, thank you!”


    Joash then turned around and saw Bruce leaning against the window. “Are you sure you''re okay, Mr.


    Gable? Don''t you want us to take you to the hospital?” he asked in concern when he noticed thetter


    did not look well.


    “It''s fine.”


    “Uh...” Joash stroked his cheek and said hesitantly, “Pardon me for saying this, but Mr. Gable—I know


    Ms. Rachford is a gorgeous woman, but she''s married. Her husband is very famous too. You can


    search him up online, and you''ll find a lot of news about him.”


    Joash paused for a moment before continuing with his advice. “You''re still young, Mr. Gable. I believe


    you''ll win at least a few international awards if you work harder. You''re not cut out to depend on a


    woman for livelihood.”


    The fact that they bumped into Genevieve a few times that day was enough to have Joash put his


    guard up. All this while, Mr. Gable has been avoiding women as if they''re a gue, yet he keeps


    striking up a conversation with Ms. Rachford. He even barbecued food for her. There''s just something


    odd about his behavior!


    Stevenughed and snorted for a few seconds before putting on a straight face and focusing on the


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    road.


    Bruce hummed in response as he propped his chin in his hand and looked at the scenery outside the


    window.


    Huh? So did he heed my advice or not?


    Joash wanted to advise him further, fearing that Bruce would go down the wrong path.


    However, he knew he was in no position to voice his opinion about that matter, so he decided to keep


    quiet.


    Soon, they arrived at Maple Garden.


    Joash put on his backpack and said, “Mr. Sullivan, please send Mr. Gable to Regality Gardens for me,


    okay? Mr. Gable, text me once you''re home.”


    “Sure, no worries.” Steven then drove off.


    After driving far away from Maple Garden, Steven nced at Bruce through the rear view mirror. “You


    should keep a distance from Ms. Rachford. Otherwise, the entirepany will think you''re trying to get


    in her good books so that you could live off her.”


    “That sounds like a good n. I have no ns on working my fingers to the bone anyway,” Bruce


    quipped while reaching for the cigarette box and lighter.


    After lighting and puffing at a cigarette, he wound down the window for venttion and leaned against


    the seatzily.


    There was something different about the way he moved and the look in his eyes. It was as if he was


    not the man he was minutes ago.


    The man appeared to be more mature and steady. Above all, he exuded a regal aura possessed only


    by those who were born into prestigious families.


    His eyes were dark and unfathomable as he looked at the lit cigarette between his fingers. “When we


    were having supper just now, I noticed that she looked extremely unwell. She even dropped her fork.”


    At first, he was skeptical about Genevieve''s health condition, but after seeing how she suffered, he


    finally believed it.


    He had left the private room in haste because he dared not stay there any longer.


    The man took another puff of the cigarette to soothe the dull pain in his heart before asking Steven,


    “Did you receive any updates?”