Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 187

Stephanie was speechless.

The man was a true master of seduction. Any ordinary young woman would be completely swept off her feet by his charm.

Fortunately for her, she had just broken up with Quennel and was still in a period of emotional recovery. Her self-preservation instincts kept her mind clear.

After they finally parted, Stephanie failed to notice a figure in the distance, watching the entire scene with red-rimmed eyes.

Quennel hadn’t slept all night.

He’d tossed and turned in his villa, his mind filled with images of Stephanie.

He couldn’t accept what had happened at the birthday party.

All night, his phone had been ringing off the hook with friends from their circle asking about the situation.

How could Stephanie possibly be with Jonathan?

Their shock was just as great as his. After all, he and Stephanie had been inseparable for years, a constant pair wherever they went. Quennel’s friends had long been calling her Mrs. Gonzalez.

To suddenly be revealed as Jonathan’s… it was a complete loss of face. Overnight, he had become the laughingstock of their social circle.

Frustrated by the constant questions, Quennel had simply turned off his phone.

Knowing Stephanie had started at a new company, he had been waiting outside the OSALA Group building since before dawn, wanting to see her and demand an explanation about her and Jonathan.

But after waiting and waiting, when she finally arrived, it was to see her getting out of Jonathan’s car.

Quennel’s face darkened completely.

He remembered how he used to offer to drive her to Sapphire Group, but Stephanie had always refused, saying she wanted to keep a low profile.

But now, she was openly displaying affection with Jonathan right in front of her company.

With a powerful twist of his arm and a dip of his body, Jonathan executed a flawless shoulder throw.

Quennel slammed onto the ground, his body feeling like it was about to fall apart, his face contorted in pain.

He looked up to see Jonathan staring down at him, his eyes filled with a cold, lofty disdain.

Jonathan casually brushed off non-existent dust from his sleeve, not even bothering to give him a second glance.

This dismissal was more painful than any blow. Everyone said he and Jonathan were rivals.

But Jonathan’s scornful look made Quennel feel like a pathetic clown in his eyes.

“Jonathan, what are you so proud of? You’re despicable! You just took advantage of the situation!”

Jonathan didn’t deny it. “Took advantage? Perhaps. But I should thank you for giving me the opportunity to do so.”