Filed To Story: The Scarlet Vengeance: Justice of a Framed Beauty Novel (Grace & Jason)
“Well… What am I if I’m not your girlfriend?” Queenie Mack mumbled.
“You’re just an escort. We could both get what we need from this relationship. I thought you were smart and sensible even though you were a little wilful. But it seems I overestimated you,” Patrick said indifferently.
Queenie Mack looked like she was struck by lightning. ‘I’m just an… escort? I’m nothing more than someone who accompanies him when he needs me. How ridiculous it is to think that I smugly thought Patrick was my backer.’
“But I love you!” Queenie Mack roared with a sobbing tone.
“You love me?” Patrick chuckled as if he had heard a joke.
“You really aren’t smart enough. Do you think others can’t tell what you love? It’s over between us,”
said Patrick. Queenie Mack panicked. If it was over. She was dead meat. It was all over.
“Patrick, I do love you. Please believe me. I don’t want it to be over.
I…” She kept begging, but Patrick had pressed the call bell. The club’s staff soon arrived.
“Get her out of here, and never let her enter this club again,”
ordered Patrick.
“Yes, Mr. Weiss.” Two staff members took Queenie Mack out.
The private room was instantly quiet again, and Patrick smiled nonchalantly. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”
The crowd also laughed, and the escorts that the heirs brought over today looked as if nothing had happened. It was as if what had just happened was nothing unusual.
Valda Theller was the only one who could not hide the shock on her face.
Rumors had it that Queenie Mack had a backer. Queenie Mack got so many good resources because her backer promoted her.
Valda Theller thought Queenie Mack’s backer should at least have some feelings for her. However, how could Patrick have any feelings for her when he could readily say it was over between them?
“So, Queenie Mack laid a hand on you, Valda. Speaking of which, this is my fault. I made her unscrupulous. I’m sorry. If you’re still mad, tell me how to make you feel better. I’ll do my best to do it,”
Patrick said in a friendly manner.
– Valda Theller looked at Patrick, who was in front of her. He was nothing like the ruthless man he was in front of Queenie Mack earlier.
“No thanks.” Valda Theller shook her head.
Patrick wanted to say something else, but Brian frowned and said, “That’s enough. If Valda is upset, I’ll help her vent her anger.
There’s no need for you to meddle in this.”
“You’re right.” Patrick smiled.
Brian looked at Valda Theller’s face and said, “It’s getting late. I’ll send Valda home first. You guys can go on.”
Patrick smiled and did not ask them to stay. “Okay, we’ll get together again next time.”
Therefore, Brian bade goodbye to the others before taking Valda Theller out of the private room.
“You don’t look well. Were you shocked?” Brian asked.
‘Shock? I was a little shocked, I guess.’
Valda Theller hesitated and said, “Do you guys usually treat your escorts so… bluntly?”
She thought about it and used the word ‘blunt’.
“Do you mean Patrick’s attitude toward Queenie Mack?” Brian asked.
Valda Theller nodded. After all, the other people around them did not seem surprised, so it was probably not the first time it had happened.
“I guess so. They’re only taking what they need from each other. Most women understand the rules of the game, but some have other ideas,” said Brian.
“What about you? Have you ever experienced it?” Valda Theller regretted it as soon as she spoke.
‘I’m not his real girlfriend. Why did I ask? Besides, he probably won’t answer such a question.’
However, to Valda Theller’s surprise, Brian answered.
“Yes.”
She froze, not knowing what to do. After a long pause, she muttered, “So, did they mean your former escort when they said you could be indifferent even if someone was jumping off a building in front of you?”
He said, “Yeah, she told me she refused to break up and wanted to jump off a building. She told me that she love me with all her life and that she was as good as dead if she couldn’t be with me.
Hence, she wanted to jump off a building in front of me.”
“What… What happened after that?” she could not help asking.
“After that?” He smiled faintly. “I told her that she should jump if she meant it. I’d pay her funeral expenses if she did. If she didn’t want to jump, she should just leave me alone.”
“…” Valda Theller paused. She asked after a long while, “She… didn’t jump?”
“Yes, she didn’t.” He sneered. “So much for loving me with all her life.”
He said as those phoenix eyes looked up at her somewhat dazed face. “Will you think I’m too heartless?”
Valda Theller did not know how to comment on Brian’s character. Judging from what he just said, he was indeed heartless, but… she knew he loved a woman deeply. He waseven willing to sacrifice everything for that woman.
“So, don’t fall in love with me. Otherwise, I’ll only stand by and watch if you ever choose to jump off the building one day.” Brian’s thin lips uttered softly.
The elegant voice was so melodious, but the words were so cold.
Valda Theller knew Brian was reminding her not to fall for him. Even if he was intimate with her in public today, it was just an act to make people believe they were a real couple.
This man had given all his love to the woman he loved, so he had no more to give to others.
L City.
Kyla looked at the date on the phone, only finding her heart increasingly heavy.
It had been more than two months since she came here, and the three-month period they agreed on was almost up. However, she had made no progress. Martin Weiss was still cold to her without the slightest hint of softening.
Maybe… some things were over once one missed the right time.
No matter how hard one tried, one could not fix it.
Once the three months were up, she would have to sign the divorce papers as promised. When the time came, she would have nothing to do with him.
Perhaps these remaining days were the last time she could spend with him. He would stay in L City while she would stay in Emerald City. She did not know how many years it would take for them to see each other again.
Kyla went to the kitchen and said to the cook, “I’d like to cook dinner for Martin today.”
“But…” The cook hesitated.
“Regardless of everything else, I’m the lady of the house now.
Can’t I cook dinner myself?” Kyla pressured the other party with her power.
After Martin Weiss declared her the mistress in front of the servants the last time, they had been respectful to her.
The cook said nothing more and withdrew from the kitchen.
Kyla began to get busy in the kitchen. At the very least, she still wanted to do something as his wife.
She made noodles the last time, but he did not even have a bite.
This time, she hoped he would at least have some of her food.