'It is obvious that Nancy made that painting. All I want is for her to confirm my guess. Why is that so difficult for her?' Charles wondered.
He rolled his eyes and said in a petulant whine, "Yes it was drawn by my lover, Nancy. Are you jealous?"
'Your lover, huh?' Nancy thought.
"Charles, you really know how to enjoy yourself, don't you? Maybe you should go out and get your lover to make you another one!"
After she said that with hard-staring eyes, Nancy tore down the painting into little pieces.
"Nancy!" He looked at all the pieces of paper on the ground with a face contorted in a venomous outburst. His eyebrows were tightly furrowed, while the veins on his forehead protruded. He forcefully grabbed Nancy's by her arm and yelled. "Nancy! You need to make me another one!"
"No!" Nancy shouted with complete resolution.
"You..." Charles muttered while he gnashed his teeth in anger. He shook off Nancy's arm and strode out.
Nancy also wasn't in the best condition. She sat on the rotating chair, red in the face, and drank all the coffee from the desk.
'Why is this woman claiming that I have a lover?
Lilian?
How could this woman just misunderstand me like that?
Most importantly, she ruthlessly tore up the painting that I treasured the most?'
He had been anticipating the day that her painting would finally be completed.
Nancy was so cruel.
Even when she knew everything, she wouldn't say a word. It was like she simply enjoyed watching him suffer.
Being the dignified man he was, Charles felt like he was being mistreated.
Strolling unconsciously, he seemed to have ended up driving all the way to Dream Bar.
Because of all the frustration he was feeling, he just wanted to take his thoughts away and grab himself a drink. It was probably because he had been here before, so now he was able go there subconsciously, without having to think about it.
Charles knew that Jay was tied up because of Doris, so he figured it would be better to give Hiram a call instead. When he called, he asked him to come to Dream Bar and gave him the address.
Soon enough, Hiram arrived.
He entered the private executive room only to find Charles sitting with a sullen expression, drinking all by himself.
"Is everything okay, Mr. Fu?" Hiram asked.
Charles pointed to the seat next to him and said, "Sit down and have a drink with me."
"Okay." Upon taking a seat beside him, Hiram continued, "Did you have a fight with Miss Ning?”
Charles rubbed between his furrowed eyebrows, clearly looking annoyed. "No, I didn't," he answered.
In that moment, he realized there were just some things he could only share with Jay.
Hiram was just his bodyguard, so Charles had never developed a personal relationship with him.
Besides, Jay was his best friend.
So Charles ordered, "Call Jay and ask him to come here. II
"Okay." Hiram proceeded to bring out his mobile phone to call him.
As soon as Jay had finished coaxing his wife, his phone suddenly rang.
"Hiram?"
"Mr. Fang, Mr. Fu is here in the Dream Bar. He wants you to come over here," Hiram whispered.
Jay glanced back at the sleeping woman who was lying right beside him. If this woman found out that he went back to the bar, she would probably kill him.
However, he was having a hard time falling asleep. He was dying of boredom from lying here.
After a short contemplation, he sneakily got out of bed.
Besides, Doris was fast asleep. By the time she woke up, he would already be next to her.
Much to his surprise, Doris seemed to have woken up from a light sleep.
"Where are you going, Jay?" Doris asked, still halfasleep.
"Oh, I'm going to the bathroom." When Jay heard her voice, he was immediately disappointed. Knowing that Doris had woken up, he thought that he had lost his chance of going to the bar now.
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