Chapter 8
Chapter 8
As he spoke, he kissed her ear, his hand moving to her collar.
Since it was a project arranged by Lynne’s company, Tina decided to agree to drop the lawsuit, treating it as her compensation for the past three years.
After all, he had always been attentive in his own way.
Just as she was about to nod in agreement, Lynne’s phone rang. He kept one arm around her, took the phone from his pocket, glanced at it, and answered.
He spoke in Georgian.
“Lee Liam, what’s up?”
Lee Liam’s voice came through, dripping with mischief. “Did you manage to calm Tina Susan down? Is she going to drop the lawsuit?
Those reporters and bloggers are making a scene, and Chilly’s been crying non–stop.”
Lynne spoke lazily. “Of course she’ll agree.”
Lee Liam laughed wickedly. “Man, I gotta admit, I’m jealous. I’m really into Tina Susan. Since you’ve got Chilly now, how about letting me have a taste of Tina for a bit?”
Lynne’s grip on Tina tightened, his voice cold. “Get lost!”
Tina heard every word clearly.
Up until now, she had assumed it was his company managing the situation. But now, it was all part of Chilly’s machinations.
Lynne hung up the phone and kissed Tina’s cheek. “Call your lawyer and withdraw the lawsuit, okay?”
Tina’s voice turned cold. “I’m not withdrawing it.”
Lynne’s face darkened, his tone turning sharp as he stood up and glared at her. “Stop making a scene. My company is losing money – what’s in this for you?”
Tina remained firm. “Your team, those journalists, and bloggers – they know all about privacy and portrait rights, don’t they?
But they broke the law. Why should I let that slide? I’ve been wronged, and instead of holding them auntable, you’re here trying to make a deal. Why?”
Lynne’s cold gaze met hers, disappointment evident in his voice. “I don’t even recognize you anymore. Jealousy really does change a person.”
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With those words, he pushed his chair back and stormed upstairs.
The chair scraped loudly as he left, a clear sign of his anger.
Whenever Chilly was involved, Lynne just couldn’t stay calm.
Tina lowered her gaze and continued sipping her bird’s nest soup slowly.
It wasn’t long before Lynne came back downstairs, changed into fresh clothes, his hair still damp, as though he had just showered.
He paused at the door of the dining room, turning to look at Tina.
“I’ll still send you the two million. I’m sorry for causing you trouble.”
His tone was polite, but Tina could feel the coldness and detachment beneath his words.
She didn’t care, though.
The secondhand seafood website had plenty of new orders, and she packed everything up to ship out.
Seven days passed without Lynne returning or contacting her.
Then, one early morning, the phone rang
Tina was startled awake. She grabbed her phone and saw that it was Lynne.
Frowning, she answered the call.
His voice was slurred, thick with alcohol.
“Tina… hurry… come pick me up. I’m… I’m at… home.”
Tina could hear loud music in the background.
“Where are you?” she asked.
Lynne slurred, “The Maze Club… Room 88.”
Tina replied, “Alright.”
She quickly got out of bed, threw on a pair of jeans and a white T–shirt.
After a moment, she grabbed a pair of black crystal earrings and put them on.
Heading downstairs to the garage, she saw the red Ferrari parked at the far end.
It wasn’t registered in her name yet, so she hadn’t sold it, and it wasn’t hers.
She slid into the driver’s seat, but noticed something strange – on the passenger seat, there was a black stocking and a silver high–heeled shoe.
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She recognized the shoe it was the same pair Chilly had left in the garden that day at the rin
A wave of disgust washed over her.
She got out and found her BMW Mini among Lynne’s collection of luxury cars.
Around 2:30 AM, she arrived at the underground parking lot of The Maze Club As soon as she parked, a middle–aged man emerged from behind a dark pillar and stopped her.
“Hey, could you spare me a few tissues? I really need them.”
Tina instinctively recoiled from the stranger. “I don’t have any.”
The man persisted. “I lost my phone. Can you lend me some money for tissues or a ride?
Tina’s voice turned cold. “I don’t have any!”
