Spoil Me More, Dear Huaband

The women gathered in twos and threes, discussing this noble, cold and decadent, charming man, stupidly, but no one dared to advance any further.

Suddenly, a beautiful woman wearing a professional suit and dress with a pure and gentle temperament walked into the bar and sat down next to the man at the bar in a group of people’s amazed or surprised eyes.

“Master Carter, you’re at the bar too?” Lucy Kid asked in mock surprise.

Bowen Carter just glanced at her coolly, picked up his glass of wine and tilted his head to pour it down. He no longer felt for Wendy Summer, even hated her, but he did not want to kick her out now, maybe … because of her face.

“Master Carter out for a booze too?” Lucy Kid gave a bitter laugh, didn’t wait for his answer, asked the bartender for a glass of whiskey and raised her glass towards him, “Two unhappy people, clink a glass!”

Bowen Carter grimaced and didn’t respond, signaling the bartender for another whiskey.

“You won’t even talk to me now? That really makes me sad!” Lucy Kid tilted her head back and poured down a glass of wine, her throat burning and the corners of her eyes sore.

She knows very well that she is in love with Mr. Duke, but she is nothing more than a pawn to him.

And she had come to the bar tonight at the behest of Mr. Duke, who had said that he would arrange everything and that her job tonight was to sleep with Master Carter!

The heart is hard, so hard that it is suffocating big ah!

Bowen Carter’s brow furrowed in displeasure, and the word ‘fuck off’ hit his lips a few times before he finally swallowed it – because of her face, which looked exactly like Tess Baker’s.

The two sat together, and Lucy Kid had a rare night of few words, the two just drank one glass after another, and no one spoke.

Not far away, Dennis Gate dropped off a client, glanced at the two women sitting close together at the bar, a struggle flashed under his eyes, and then called Tess Baker.

“Tess Baker, I’m missing a part of the project information I gave you, come see me at S. V. Bar to get it.”

…

Tess Baker was having dinner with a moody Linda Mark when she got a call from Dennis Gate, “Honey, I have to go for a while, take your time and tweet me when you get home.”

“It’s not like you’re three or four years old. …” Linda Mark cooed, reminding her, “You, on the other hand, are seven months old, so be careful on the road.”

“Uh-huh.” Tess Baker exited the restaurant and took a cab to the S. V. Bar.

Along the way, she kept a close eye on the rearview mirror, but saw no suspicious vehicles. Maybe the person who followed her was just discovered at noon and did not dare to follow her up again.

She has called the police, but the license plate number in the video is false, and the police have no other clues at this time.

As long as she doesn’t find out who is following her, she feels a stone hanging high in her throat. Anyway, it is better to be careful.

Twenty minutes later, the car was parked in front of the bar.

Several men whistled flirtatiously at Tess Baker as she entered the bar –

“Pregnant women come here to play too, they have heavy tastes!”

“Did you come here to find your husband, sister, or do you want to play by yourself?”

“Do you want to have a few drinks with the brothers?”

These people just don’t have the mouth to titillate, Tess Baker is all deaf, call Dennis Gate, “Senior, you are at …”

She caught a glimpse of the two people sitting at the bar.

The man’s buttons, always meticulously fastened to just below his throat, were undone by two, loose and tinged with sensuality, yet the expressionless, handsome face was full of asceticism.

Two very different temperaments expressed in the same person, not contradictory, but more charming, attracting the eyes of countless women in the bar.

And sitting beside the man, it was Wendy Summer!

Dennis Gate’s voice was gentle, “Why don’t you say something?”

“… is fine.” Tess Baker paused for a moment, her voice uncharacteristically uttering two words.

Dennis Gate had already seen Tess Baker, her face was nothing but indifference, “I already see you, you turn left, look up, and you’ll see me.”

Tess Baker glanced in the direction of the bar again, forced herself to withdraw her gaze and do as Dennis Gate said, and when she saw him, she waved at him and hung up.

“Would you like some juice?” Dennis Gate asked when she sat down.

Tess Baker, “Ask for a mango juice.”

Dennis Gate called the waiter in and ordered two glasses of mango juice.

The bar was well heated, and the strong music intertwined with the faint smell of alcohol to stimulate Tess Baker’s nerves.

She used to enjoy them, dancing to her heart’s content and alcohol to release her stress. But at the moment, she just felt annoyed.

It’s one thing to know that Bowen Carter and Wendy Summer are having an affair, and it’s another thing to see them drinking and talking together in a bar, the latter being more difficult to accept.

“The mango juice you ordered.” The waiter placed two glasses of mango juice on the table.

Tess Baker picked it up and took a sip. It was too sweet and a little cloying, and she put it back on the table.

“Why do you look so pale, did you meet something unhappy?” Dennis Gate sipped the same juice as her with a strange satisfaction in his heart.

Tess Baker pulled her lips into a smile, “No, maybe I haven’t rested well lately.”

The shit she’s got going on with Bowen Carter, she just needs to know about it herself, no need for anyone else to know about it.

“Oh, usually take some rest.” She had never opened up to herself before, and Dennis Gate suppressed the loss in his heart and laughed softly, “Does Master Carter approve of you being out so late?”

Tess Baker frowned invisibly and changed the subject, “Sir, how much information do you have to give me about the project? If there’s more, I might not be able to give you an answer tomorrow.”

“It’s just a page or two of information, I’ll send it to you from my email later.” Dennis Gate said softly.

The corners of Tess Baker’s eyes were slightly raised. If she could send it from the mailbox, why did she have to make a trip alone?

She is Mrs. Carter, and the senior has a fiancée, plus other things happening between the two, it is not really appropriate for them to meet alone.

“It’s not safe to post this important information online, and before I called you, I thought I had the printout on hand. But when I was just looking through it, I realized that the printout had been left at the office.” Dennis Gate worried that she was thinking too much and explained a few more things.

Tess Baker nods, “It’s true that posting information online is sometimes unsafe.”

But other than hackers maliciously attacking computers, it’s usually fine.

…

Not far from the dance floor.

Eric Si has his left arm around a young model he recently hooked up with, his right arm around his SM-loving fuck buddy, and his beady gaze locked on Tess Baker, who is talking to Dennis Gate.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

He was made infamous by this bitch and was snowed under, unable to get on in the entertainment industry.

If he hadn’t gotten wise in a hurry and made some bed videos with that fool Snowy Cole to force her to get engaged to him, he might have been kicked out of the Si family and not even have any money for food!

But even so, Snowy Cole despises him, sticks to Master Carter openly and gives him a cuckold.

His old man despises him, those in the Si family also despise him, there used to be some fans who worshipped him, but now he’s the only one left!

And all of this, because of this bitch!