Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 158

Spencer's POV:

Inside the backstage dressing room, the woman took off her mask. I was surprised to see a familiar face.

"Aren't you going to explain to me why you're suddenly singing here for money? Do I not pay you enough?" I asked angrily.

Vivian was my private doctor, and not to toot my own horn, I liked to believe that I compensated her well.

After a moment of silence, she smiled at me. "I do it for fun. Why are you so angry about it?"

I frowned at her and lowered my voice. "Why don't you just tell me the truth?"

Vivian looked into my eyes and said, "I am telling the truth."

"Vivian, don't make me ask again." I had drunk a lot, and I could feel my head throbbing with pain, so I was on edge. Naturally, one shouldn't expect that I'd be in the mood to speak kindly.

"Fine. You can just think that I need the extra money, and I am making some extra cash here," Vivian said in a relaxed tone.

"What are you trying to say? Speak clearer!" Her words only made me dizzy, and my patience was growing thin.

"I just need the money, okay? There's no other reason." Vivian smiled again, began to pack her stuff, and prepared to leave.

I immediately grabbed her wrist. "If you don't tell me what the real reason is right now, consider yourself fired!"

"Oh, you're going to fire me, huh? How would you like it if I tell everyone that you have feelings for Scarlett?" Vivian didn't seem afraid of me at all. She even had the guts to blackmail me.

"Argh, fine. How much cash do you need? I'll lend it to you."

Vivian raised two fingers. "I need two million dollars."

"Wait, you're actually singing in a bar for just million dollars? Are you insane?" With that, I turned around and began to walk away.

Vivian followed me around and said, "Two million dollars may not be a big deal for you, but it's an unbelievably huge amount for me. So, when are you going to lend me the money?"

"I already regret promising that," I growled and went straight to the driver's seat.

"Hey, hey, hey! You're too intoxicated to drive, you idiot! Just let me do it." Vivian pushed me to the passenger seat and smiled brightly.

Once we were in the car, I felt irritable. I wanted to call someone, but when I picked up my phone, I realized that I had no idea who to call. All of a sudden, I saw Scarlett's name on the contact list. I couldn't resist to press her number and dial it.

Soon, the call connected.

"Charles? I'm so sleepy." Judging by her lazy voice, Scarlett must indeed be sleepy.

"It's not Charles. This is Spencer," I said. Suddenly, I felt my heart began to beat faster.

"Spencer? Why are you calling me at this hour? It's so late. Did something happen to Charles?" Scarlett asked worriedly.

"Charles is fine. I just wanted to tell you that he really cares about you."

Truthfully, I was tempted to tell her that I also cared about her a lot.

"I know that already." Scarlett yawned.

"Anyway, that's all. Get some rest. Bye!"

Scarlett muttered something back to me, but I couldn't hear it clearly, and she soon hung up on me.

I stared at the screen of my phone until it turned off automatically. Then, I asked Vivian to drive me to Charles' house.

Charles' POV:

After I came back from the club, I took a shower and was ready to go to bed. All of a sudden, the doorbell rang.

Outside the door, I saw Spencer. He reeked of alcohol.

"What are you doing here, man?" I asked, frowning at him.

"Hey, Charles, I gotta tell you something, dude. I called Scarlett just now," Spencer stammered.

He was so hammered that he could barely keep himself standing while walking.

As I helped him in, I asked, "Why did you call her?" "She's probably sleeping already. When she

answered the phone, she called your name in a daze." Spencer seemed like he was dodging my question.

Afterwards, I threw him onto the sofa.