Chapter 75
Ava blushed a bit and said, “I really fancy the male celeb, Justin. I really dig him.”
Agnes shook her head, “Justin is prettier than a woman. Isn’t it stressful to like a guy who’s prettier than yourself?”
And just like that, they started gossiping about the entertainment industry. Gossip was like a second soul to women.
It ended at ten.
Ivan was driving with Agnes in the passenger seat. Agnes was clueless about where Ivan intended for her to stay, probably some hotel.
Her phone rang again. The third call of the night. Agnes stared at the blinking screen, her mind in turmoil, finally deciding to switch her phone off.
When she looked up, Ivan seemed to have glanced at her, “Boyfriend?”
Agnes hesitated, “No.”
Ivan didn’t push further, and the car quickly came to a stop. That’s when Agnes realized, this wasn’t a hotel, but a mansion.
Surprised, Agnes asked, “Where is this?”
Ivan replied, “My place.”
Agnes was taken aback, “Why are you bringing me to your place?”
Seeing Agnes frown suspiciously, Ivan laughed, “You’re a girl, it’s not safe to stay in a hotel. Stay here for the time being.”
Agnes hesitated, “That doesn’t seem right.”
Ivan smiled, “Don’t worry, I’m a decent guy.”
Agnes wasn’t scared of him, just uncomfortable. But it was already late, and the mansion was in the suburbs, going back would be a hussie: In the end, she got out of the car.
The mansion was huge and had great privacy, surrounded by lush tall trees.
There was an open–air swimming pool in the garden. The mansion was brightly lit, like a palace.
As she walked in, Agnes found it unbelievably huge. But besides the butler, there seemed to be no one else, which felt a bit lonely.
The butler showed Agnes to a guest room. After a while, there was a knock on the door.
Agnes opened the door to find Ivan standing there with a few sets of clothes.
Ivan said, “These are my sister’s clothes, brand new. You are about the same size as her. They should fit”
Agnes took the clothes, “Thanks.”
Ivan added, “If you need anything, you can find the butler or me. My room is next to yours.”
Agnes nodded.
Just then, the butler came over and said, “Sir, there is a guest.”
Agnes was puzzled. It was so late and there were still guests. But she didn’t think much of it.
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