Rebirth: Marry the Enemy of My Badass Husband

Chapter 34: A Trap (2) It’s Originally a Sham Marriage



Chapter 34: A Trap (2) It’s Originally a Sham Marriage

“Gina, didn’t you hate night clubs?” Caesar asked.

Gianna smiled, “It’s precisely because I have never been to one that I want to try it for myself before marriage.”

Caesar immediately showed an excited face, “Then let me accompany you.”

Even Maureen felt that this was so sickening.

She turned to Kingsley and Horace, “We are going to the Royal Club. It’s your place, you wouldn’t be giving us the no here, would you?”

“I am fine with anything.” Kingsley looked a little nonchalant.

Maureen glanced at Horace.

“Of course I’m with Kingsley here.”

“Those who are not in the know who think that there is something going on with the two of you.” Maureen commented without any reservation all of a sudden.

Horace was speechless, “Kingsley is straight, you know.”

“Then are you saying that Mr. Walker is on the receiving end of things?” Maureen’s laughter was really exaggerated.

Kingsley shot a glance at Maureen.

He didn’t seem to want to argue with this woman.

However, he had to admit that Maureen was really the bringer of laughter anywhere she went.

“Then, Helen and Gemma, you should tag along too.” Maureen pretended to call out nonchalantly.

Gianna was of the opinion that Maureen would be able to handle being the one organizing this trip to the night club.

This woman wasn’t good at all at anything else, but she was always the best when it came to organizing things.

Helen and Gemma exchanged a glance.

Helen then replied, “I need to ask my father for this. Our curfew is very tight.”

She was putting on an act as a goody-two-shoes.

Maureen couldn’t help feeling disdainful at her performance.

She knew very well what Helen was made of.

Helen had made herself out to be someone who wanted all the love by men in the world. She was even more disgusting that Bernice.

At least, Bernice was always faithful to Bruce.

“I will follow my sister on this. If she goes, so will I; If she doesn’t want to, I will not go too.” Gemma stated her opinion.

In the eyes of any outsider, the relationship between this pair of siblings must have been very close.

“Then you should go ask for their permission. Ask your brother Baron too whether he wants to go so that he won’t complain about me leaving him out.” Maureen reminded them.

“Got it.”

Helen led Gemma and they left.

Actually, Maureen had nothing to worry about. Helen would go no matter what.

It’s true.

Gianna scanned her surroundings and saw that Bruce was not far away.

“Bruce.” Gianna called out to him.

Bruce came to her with a glass of wine in his hand.

He seemed to notice that a crowd had formed in this area.

“What’s wrong?” Bruce asked Gianna.

Gianna began, “I am going to let Maureen bring us to the night club together. You should join us.”

Bruce seemed to glance at Maureen while Maureen pretended not to be a part of their conversation as she hooked her arms around Brandon’s.

“Everyone will go together.” Gianna said, “You just returned to the country, so you should try to familiar yourself with the gang of the Kouby City.”

“Okay.” Bruce agreed to go.

He was easy to talk to.

Furthermore, since they were young, Bruce always complied to Maureen and even her. He normally wouldn’t reject any of their wants and needs.

After her miserable past life, she knew very well how great of a man Bruce was!

How did Maureen lose this man that easily?

“I and Gemma can go too. We have gotten permission from my father.” At that moment, Helen came over and said in a low voice, “My brother has something to do later at night, so he can’t join us. He asked us to enjoy our time.”

“If that’s the case, we should depart anytime soon now.” Maureen immediately got into action, “Horace, tell your club to prepare a luxury suite for us.”

“Alright.” Horace agreed immediately.

Those who didn’t know them would think at first thought that they were good friends.

But in fact, it just so happened that they were part of the same circle; they never actually had any personal interaction before.

Maureen was just able to appear close to anyone she wished to.

What’s more, nobody would feel strange about that.

The trip was settled.

Gianna informed her parents and the lot of them headed to the Royal Club immediately.

Gianna still felt uncomfortable in that environment.

She endured the discomfort as she went into the luxury suite.

Maureen was there before her, and at that moment she was already singing at the top of her lungs on her microphone.

Her singing was not half-bad.

Anyway, the atmosphere was lively and fun.

Anyone who came near her would be enchanted by her spirit, and more or less, they would feel less awkward.

The fact was that not everyone in this gang was familiar with each other.

After Maureen was done with a song, she saw that everyone had arrived. She called for everyone to hold their glasses, “Let’s drink to our reunion, and the theme is: It’s good to be young.”

Gianna couldn’t help but laugh.

She was right.

It was good to be young.

She was suddenly younger ten years in this life.

In ten years, she would be able to do what she couldn’t do in her past life.

“Cheers.” Maureen screamed loudly.

Everyone toasted to each other and started to drink.

After finishing their first glasses, Maureen began to choose songs.

Horace did the same too.

The two of them couldn’t decide who would go first as she argued, “Horace, you are in the night club all day all night. Aren’t you tired of singing already?”

“You sound like you aren’t always in night clubs yourself.” Horace refuted.

“Isn’t this your place? You should just prioritize your guest.”

“As a matter of fact, this gathering is organized by you, and I’m only providing the place. You are the host here.”

“So you aren’t going to be gentlemanly today?” Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“I am.” Horace said, “But my gentlemanly spirit only appears when I am with our young master Kingsley.”

“See, I knew that you guys have something going on.” Maureen flashed a knowing look on her face.

Horace didn’t want to continue this meaningless argument, “Enough, I won’t take advantage of you today. We will choose one song and sing together.”

“Great idea. What do you want to sing?” Maureen asked.

“Lovers of Hiroshima.”

“You bastard, do you have a crush for me?” Maureen spoke something outrageous once again.

Horace rolled his eyes at her, “Don’t you know that any couple who sing this song would end up separating afterwards?”

“Is that so?” Maureen found it hard to believe, “Anyway, don’t fall for me. I already have my heart set for someone.”

Horace flashed a sarcastic smile upon hearing that.

He noticeably glanced at Bruce who was silent on one side.

Bruce noticed his gaze and he followed his line of sight.

His eyes met Maureen inexplicably.

Maureen hastily turned her attention elsewhere.

At the same time, the intro to “Lovers of Hiroshima” began, which halted the childish banter between Maureen and Horace.

The two of them sang the song animatedly.

In the suite, the others began to toast to each other and started drinking.

Putting aside their actual relationship, this was obviously a drinking session like a business appointment.

Everyone started to put on their facades when interacting with each other.

“Mr. Walker, we do indeed share a special bond here. This is the first time Kouby City has two persons on the list of outstanding and influential person in so many years. Let me toast to you.” Caesar took the initiative to toast to Kingsley.

In the eyes of any outsider, he would appear as a humble gentleman.

Kingsley didn’t refuse him as he raised his own glass. He suddenly peeked at Gianna, “Isn’t your fiancée joining?”

He always addressed her as “Ms. Morris”, so his sudden change of words to “fiancée” immediately made her feel that Kingsley was antagonistic.

Gianna immediately remembered her kiss with Caesar at the back garden.

She didn’t have any need to feel guilty.

After all, this was just a sham marriage!


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