The Unfaithful Mr. Scott (Melanie and Eugene) novel Chapter 593

Chapter 593

Yvette looked blank for a moment. “Matthew’s father?”

She shook her head. “Many of us don’t know anything about Matthew’s family. I don’t think Nicole knows either. I don’t think he came from a very good background, though.”

Nicole, huh?

Melanie did not show it on her face, but she was starting to remember.

Stephen had also mentioned that name before. After hearing that she was coming to Oskon City, he asked her to visit a girl named Nicole Qaisa on his behalf.

Was Nicole Matthew’s girlfriend?

Melanie’s frown deepened. She felt as if everything was getting jumbled up and she could not make

sense of it.

Yvette continued, “Are you interested in Matthew?”

After saying that, she paused and exclaimed loudly, “Wait, your last names are both Smith… Could the two of you be related? What the hell?!”

She even swore. Melanie said lightly, “You’re overthinking things. I don’t know him.”

She just needed to be sure of one thing.

Yvette nodded nonchalantly. After her initial shock, she was not particularly bothered either way. “Do you want to get to know him? If you do, come hang out with us tonight. Nicole will be there, and Bernard as well. I think Matthew’s coming, too.”

Melanie was a little hesitant at first, but after thinking about it for a moment, she agreed.

She would rather get to the bottom of things soon so that she would not keep thinking about them.

Yvette took her to a famous bar street in Oskon City.

Melanie followed her into a private room in a bar. The first person she saw inside was a slim, fair girl in a dark blue dress. She was as pretty as a doll.

1. in.

Nicole’s.

He was Bernard, Nicole’s second brother.

The two men behind him were Matthew and Eugene.

Melanie looked away the instant her gaze met Eugene’s. Bernard said heartily, “Knock yourselves out, everyone! It’s my treat today.

“You welcomed me the last time at Jepton, Mr. Scott. This time we’re in Oskon City, my turf. Even though you didn’t approach me yourself, I will still do my part as a welcoming host.”

Bernard’s words had a mocking edge. Eugene nodded indifferently. “You’re too kind, Master Qaisa.”

Bernard glanced at Matthew, who had taken a seat on the other side. He then picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip before saying, “You’ve made a name for yourself too, Mr. Smith.”

Matthew did not reply. His gaze was briefly fixed on Melanie, who was sitting beside him. After a moment, he chuckled.

Melanie met his gaze and raised her face slightly. She did not avoid him at all.