No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 698

"Do you remember who it was?" Dustin persisted, pressing for an answer.

"I just hope Mr. Smith recovers soon. Life's a bit dull without his daily updates," I joked, quickly ending the call.

Dustin entered the room, placing flowers on my desk, and fixated on my face. "Haven't seen you this happy in a long time."

"It's Mr. Smith, he got into a spat with his girlfriend and was just venting to me," I lied, using Grant as a convenient excuse.

"It wasn't about his little trip to the club, was it?" Dustin asked casually. "I saw him there."

My heart skipped a beat. If Dustin saw Grant, and Grant had seen Deborah, did that mean Dustin saw Deborah too? And the person Deborah feared—I'd always suspected it was Dustin.

"Seems like all you guys love those kinds of places," I teased him.

Dustin shrugged it off. "I was there on business."

"Mr. Smith said the same, but his girlfriend didn't believe him and caused a scene," I said, picking up the flowers he brought and smelling them. They were fragrant.

"I heard you had a rough time at Sapphire Lounge. Why didn't you call me?" Dustin's words sent a chill down my spine.

He orchestrated it, yet here he was, acting concerned.

If it weren't for Phipps playing me that recording, I would never have believed it.

His face was so earnest, easily deceptive.

He played his role, and I played along, knowing it wasn't time to expose him yet. "I handled it myself, so I didn't want to bother you."

I chuckled, "I gave the guy a piece of my mind, left him bloody."

Dustin frowned slightly, "Next time, just call me. Don't take matters into your own hands. Those guys are tough, what if you got hurt?"