Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 89

After sending me home, Charles returned to the company for a meeting. His schedule was hectic. I could not understand why he insisted on watching me go upstairs when he had other things to do and someplace to be.

Before I could put down my bag, the director of the TV station called and invited Nina and me to dinner. It seemed we two got the chance to study abroad, and this was probably a send-off sort of thing. I must say, I was a little surprised. The director seldom made time for these things. If there was anything he wanted to say, he would always just tell us through his assistant.

Nevertheless, I did not think too much about it. I figured he was only trying to be nice for once. With that, I changed my clothes and went to the restaurant. I was the first one to arrive at the private room. I had been waiting for a few minutes when I got a call from Nina. "Scarlett, I'm sorry. I won't be able to make it to the dinner. There's something wrong with the program, and I'm trying to fix it," she anxiously said.

Without waiting for my reply, she hung up the call. I felt a little uneasy when I realized that I would be alone with the director later.

Just as I was thinking about what I would say later, the door of the private room opened, and two men, who I did not expect to see, came in. It was Nate and Mr. Valdez.

I was stunned. Did the director also invite them?

These people were evil. To think, they showed up at the same time. They must have ulterior motives.

While I was contemplating if I should leave or not, the director of the TV station called me, saying that something had come up. Since Nate and my father were old friends, he decided to ask Nate to accompany me to dinner on his behalf.

After hanging up the phone, I realized that this was a setup.

Nina was meticulous and thorough. How could something go wrong in the program? The director must have made trouble for her, so I would come here alone. My blood was boiling in anger. All I wanted at the moment was to stand up and leave.

All of a sudden, Nate put his hand on my shoulder and smiled slyly at me. "Scarlett, aren't you gonna say 'hello' to us? You used to be a polite girl. Have you forgotten all the manners your father taught you?"

I raised my head and stared daggers at him. He was a man who was not worthy of respect. What qualifications did he have to lecture me about manners?

"I'm not in the mood for bullshit," I fired back. I wanted to leave, but Nate was pressing on my shoulder, stopping me from standing up.

"Scarlett, long time no see. You haven't changed. You're still as beautiful as the last time I saw you. Since you're already here, stay for dinner, will you?" Mr. Valdez invited, acting chummy with me.

"Aren't you afraid Charles will know about this?" I asked through gritted teeth. In the past, Nate would, at least, disguise himself and keep his filthy intention hidden. But now, it seemed that he did not care anymore.

"So what if Charles finds out about this? There's nothing he can do about it anyway. Besides, your father and I are old friends. Am I not allowed to invite you to dinner and have a chat with you?" As soon as Nate said these words, he ordered the waiter to serve the wine. He did not seem to take my words seriously.

He even turned to Mr. Valdez and jokingly said, "Valdez my friend, don't covet Scarlett in the future, okay? She's my good friend's daughter."

Mr. Valdez nodded and bowed his head in agreement. "Yes, yes. I promise I won't."

The performance of these two made me sick to my stomach. I clenched my fists, and my mind went blank in anger.

"Now that Valdez has promised he would behave himself, Scarlett, I'd like to propose a toast to him. Let bygones be bygones." Nate picked up the glass and gave it to me, asking me to drink it.

"I won't drink it," I firmly said. How I wished those two would disappear from my sight this instant.

"Fine. I'll make you drink it myself." Nate held the back of my head and forcefully made me drink the wine regardless of my protests.

"Mr. Lively, behave yourself!" I shouted at the top of my lungs and shook off the wine glass in his hand at the same time. Nate was taken aback, and I took the opportunity to bolt to the door.

Nate's face was dark and gloomy as he stared at the shattered wine glass on the floor.

"Scarlett, you'd better learn to be polite when I show respect to you." Nate sounded like the devil from hell—vicious and terrifying.

However, I just ignored his threat and marched out of the door. But just as I was about to touch the doorknob, Nate pulled me back into the room. He even locked the door, so I would not escape.