The moment Winter saw Noelle standing unharmed before her, she already felt on the verge of breaking down.
Now, seeing Simon's attitude while recalling Suzy's earlier state, Winter's resolve crumbled even further. She clenched her teeth, her fists tightening. "Mr. York, what are you doing here? I thought I saw you leave to rest after getting drunk."
"Yes, I did feel a bit tipsy. Your good friend was kind enough to help me over," Simon replied, his sly fox-like eyes glinting with amusement.
He gave Winter a once-over. "Ms. Shaw, are you sure you don't need a doctor? You shouldn't be looking so pale at your own birthday party!"
Winter wavered, nearly losing her balance.
There were rumors about Simon in the circles—that he was a cold and unprincipled man, the most ruthless of them all. It was also said that those who crossed him never met a good end.
No matter how much Winter had schemed, she had not expected Simon to be this unyielding. It seemed he knew everything. "Mr. York, you're right. I'm not feeling well. I'll take my leave first."
Simon smirked as he watched Winter flee in panic. His eyes gleamed with amusement before he turned to Noelle. "Ms. Noelle, it seems we really are fated to cross paths!"
Noelle narrowed her eyes. "Is that so?"
"Indeed. Look, I've saved you three times now," Simon said with a chuckle, his fox-like eyes now focused intently on Noelle. "Seeing that you're safe puts my mind at ease."
"Really?" Noelle met Simon's gaze head-on. "You saved me three times, Mr. York? When did that happen? Even if we were to count today, that makes it just one time."
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