She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 898

Sitting so close this time, Preston realized that although Tobias was older, he definitely wasn't the patient type.

He lacked composure and clearly despised meetings.

A short while later, Preston noticed Tobias digging around in his trouser pocket.

Then, he pulled out a butterfly knife.

Like a playful little boy who had finally gotten a new toy, Tobias couldn't put it down, flipping and twirling it endlessly.

This scene instantly reminded Preston of someone.

Recently, he had met someone else who, just like Tobias, loved playing with a butterfly knife.

"Mr. York..."

Tobias, completely absorbed in entertaining himself with the knife, froze and turned his head at the sound of his name.

In the dim lighting, Preston's eyes seemed to gleam.

"Do you happen to know... someone named Shawn Sterling?"

There was about a three-second pause before Tobias answered.

"Shawn Sterling... Never heard the name. No."

Tobias shook his head.

"Is he someone important? New money? A corporate rival? Or maybe a romantic rival?"

At the phrase 'romantic rival,' Preston unconsciously frowned.

Tobias didn't miss the subtle reaction and couldn't hold back a laugh.

"Who would have thought a guy as handsome and successful as you could be troubled by love?"

Laughing, Tobias raised a hand, stepping right over personal boundaries as he went to pat Preston on the shoulder.

Before his hand could even land, the sheer frigid aura radiating off Preston made him shiver.

Retracting his hand, he let out an awkward chuckle.

"I might not be much help when it comes to business, but when it comes to chasing women, I've got plenty of experience!"

Watching Tobias thump his chest with unearned confidence, Preston let out a soft sigh.

"He's not a romantic rival."

Tobias met Preston's gaze, completely silent.

After a long moment, Tobias suddenly burst into laughter.

"A white-haired kid? You mean some punk rocker? I went through a glam rock phase in my youth, and I actually knew quite a few of those. Just don't know which one you're talking about."

Watching Tobias stroke his mustache with a sly grin, Preston's eyes gradually darkened with suspicion.

Averin.

Eclipse Noir Club.

Everett Kingsley had barely slept all night and was up bright and early.

The utter silence in the hallway made him anxious, so he crept downstairs on tiptoe.

The first floor was the main club area. At this hour, the establishment was just like the rest of the city—still deep in slumber.

Everett faintly heard the sound of snoring.

He walked over with light footsteps and saw Daphne Morrell sprawled awkwardly across the sofa. She was fast asleep with her mouth half open, the light blanket mostly dragged onto the floor. Her nightgown was bunched up, leaving her thighs and underwear completely exposed.