Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 17

Maxwell shot her a glance, "You wanna give up your spot as lead dancer or what?"

The dance troupe Victoria had joined was top three in the world, and snagging the lead dancer role was something everyone was dying for.

Maxwell's words were enough to shut her up and she figured out his bottom line. Maxwell found the silence boring and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel impatiently, "Get out."

"Maxwell."

The man turned his head, his eyes in the night cold as ice, chilling to the bone, "Victoria, you know I'm not the patient type. Don't make me repeat myself."

Twenty minutes later, when Maxwell got to the Night Club, he just happened to catch a glimpse of a few men walking into the private room where Rosemary was.

Through the half-open door, he could see the woman's face, flushed and captivating from the booze.

Inside, Yolanda nudged Rosemary, "Earth to Rosemary, what's got you so spaced out? You're not even responding when I call you."

Rosemary was a bit tipsy and shook her head, "I think I just saw Maxwell."

"What?" Yolanda was skeptical, glancing towards the entrance where there was no one in sight, "You're seeing things. Even if Maxwell was at the Night Club, he wouldn't be hanging out on this floor."

She pointed upwards, "That bunch of rich kids and tycoons? They're up there looking down on the rest of us."

Rosemary also felt she must have been mistaken and turned her attention back to the lineup of various men in front of her, "Did you call them here?"

"Yeah, to pour some drinks. We ordered booze anyway, might as well let them make a buck."

The men had been arranged when she booked the spot this morning, originally to celebrate Rosemary's return to single life, but now the divorce hadn't gone through, so they were only able to appreciate instead of making any move.

Rosemary wasn't keen on this sort of scene and wasn't into drinking, but Yolanda said the drinks were ordered and couldn't be returned, so she had to bite the bullet and down a couple of beers.

The result was both of them getting drunk, not blackout but definitely stumbling around. Two men supported them, one on each side, but as they got to the elevator, Rosemary accidentally bumped into someone.

It was a middle-aged man in his forties, short and chubby with a beer belly, who was leering at Rosemary, "Hey, isn't this Assistant Chambers? I'm Fitch from Ascendia Industries. We met at the Templeton Group last time, remember?"

His company had run into some trouble last time, and through connections, he managed to meet Maxwell and saw Rosemary. Since then, he couldn't stop thinking about her.

Rosemary sobered up a bit and pulled her arm away from the man's grip, her voice indifferent, "Hi."

"You out with friends for drinks, Assistant Chambers?" The two men beside her sported Night Club badges.

"Why don't we switch rooms and keep the party going? I've got some things I’d like to discuss with you."