Chapter 1885
Ellen was taken aback, wondering when Selena had witnessed her seducing Lambert. “I came here to accompany President Presgrave. I’m not interested in getting to know other men,” Ellen replied.
When Selena saw Lambert chatting with others, she shot Ellen a glare before joining them. She was determined not to miss another opportunity to get closer to him.
When Lambert saw her walking toward him with a glass of wine, he quickly ended the conversation and hurriedly left. Since Jared had taken his sports car, he had no choice but to borrow a car from the club to return to the city center.
Meanwhile, when Jared got off the phone and returned, he saw Ellen swatting a mosquito off her leg. He was drawn to her leg’s delicate, smooth skin and quickly realized she must be a mosquito magnet.
She was scratching when he approached, but as soon as she saw him, she immediately stopped what she was doing out of embarrassment and looked at him instead. Nonetheless, he saw the small, raised bumps from the mosquito bite on her leg and expressed sympathy by saying, “Let’s go! I’ll take you back to the city center.”
At that moment, he saw a mosquito land on her slender neck. “Don’t move.” She froze, and he swiftly raised his large hand and swatted the pesky mosquito off her neck.
Then, she lamented, “Ugh! I’ve always been a mosquito magnet since I was a child.”
While she was reaching for her neck to relieve the itching, he hastily grabbed her hand because he noticed another mosquito bite bump forming. “Let’s go back.”
So, Ellen picked up her bag and followed Jared to find Ryan. Then, he said to Ryan, “We’ll be leaving first.” “Why don’t you stay a little longer?” Ryan persuaded. “We have urgent matters to attend to,” Jared answered.
As Dorothy walked in, she saw Jared leaving. Boldly, she came over and said to him, “Mr. Presgrave, are you leaving already? Won’t you hang around for a while longer?”
Jared cast an eye in her direction and instantly was reminded of her horrible nature and what she had done to Ellen during the last banquet. So, he remarked coldly, “No.”
Nonetheless, Dorothy was disappointed as shel watched their figure fade from view. She believed that evening would be ideal for meeting and conversing with him, but it seemed she was overthinking it.
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