Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute novel Chapter 159

Starry didn't fall asleep until after 12:00, having taken twice the dose of sleeping pills.

Only when he saw that the light in the master bedroom finally went out, Filip closed his eyes and turned around to leave the villa.

The rain had stopped, but the night was windy.

His trench coat was blown up and bulged, Filip frowned and raised his hand to press it.

Before driving away, he looked up again towards the third floor on the villa.

No lights on, Starry should have fallen asleep.

The car was halfway down the road when the phone on the side vibrated again.

Filip glanced at the phone, it was still Dillon's.

With a red light just ahead, he picked up a Bluetooth headset and put it on, "Say."

"Thomas is back, we're at Club Magenta, it's still open, are you sure you don't want to come over and get together?"

Last November, Thomas went to G-town for a project and didn't return until yesterday.

Counting up, several of them found that it will be nearly half a year has not been neatly together.

Filip furrowed his brow for a moment, "Got it."

Hearing his words, Dillon knew Filip would come over.

Filip arrived at Club Magenta at 12:30, Dillon and Thomas had already had one round of drinks, and as soon as he pushed open the door, the smell of red wine was very strong inside the box.

Filip frowned in disgust, "Don't touch me."

He said, raising his hand to block the drink Dillon was handing him.

Dillon was not happy: "You are disgusted, I called you five times and you did not answer, I do not dislike you yet!"

Filip looked at him askance, "I can't believe you know you called me five times."

Dillon heard his words and got weak, and simply drank the glass of wine that he intended to give to Filip.

Filip walks over and sits next to Thomas.

He saw cigars on the table, and Filip reached straight for one, cut it open slowly, and then lit it.

"Finished following the project?"

As he spoke, Filip spat disgust, and that brow looked even cooler.

Thomas, who had seen more than he was used to, shook the whiskey in his hand, "It's over."

Filip nodded a little and leaned back, not speaking again.

Filip has never been a man of many words, we are all used to it.

Dillon, always a soft-spoken man, took another half-drink, and the weakness that Filip had just glimpsed dissipated.

He sat down next to Freddie and looked over at Filip with a big grin: "Austin said you didn't have dinner or overtime today, so where were you at this time of night?"

It can't be back to the Pearson residence. Dillon doesn't believe Filip likes to go back to the Pearson residence that much.

Filip's filial piety is filial, but going back to the Pearson residence is another matter.

Filip didn't even give Dillon a look as if he hadn't heard him.

Freddie also looked at Filip a look, also did not say, he and Thomas usually like to watch the show.

I can't help it, who let Dillon like to talk cheap.