Go straight ahead, then turn right on Hainan Road.
"At your age, do you still often go to bars?"
"What do you an by ’at your age’?
How old do you think I am?
For a man, this age is just right.
You don’t know, whenever I go to a bar, I can charm those young girls into a frenzy.
"Are you sure they’re chard by you and not by the money in your wallet or the hospital Young Lady’s position?"
"Psh, you really know how to speak the truth."
Roman Hughes looked at her and laughed, "But what does it matter?
Anyway, when I leave that place, the money in my wallet is still mine.
The position of the hospital Young Lady has nothing to do with them either."
"Have you never run into your patients there?"
"Patients... Would you believe if I told you I have face blindness and can’t rember who is who?
Even if I did run into a patient, I wouldn’t recognize them.
And even if they do recognize , I can just tell them they got the wrong person, and I have a twin brother."
Faye Townsend smiled speechlessly, thinking that this way of shirking responsibility was quite sophisticated and classy.
"There’s an entrance behind the billboard up ahead, turn in there."
Faye looked ahead, puzzled, "This... seems a bit off the beaten path. What kind of place is this?"
While this place isn’t exactly the suburbs, it’s close enough.
The billboard Roman referred to is actually a mutton soup restaurant.
And the small entrance by the billboard leads into what seems to be an abandoned warehouse.
"So what if it’s off the beaten path? You’ll be surprised once we get inside."
Drive forward ten ters, park the car by the roadside, and co in with .
Once the car was parked, Faye walked ahead with him.
After a while, she already heard music coming from inside the walls.
A few ters around the corner was a large iron gate, which Roman pushed open.
Faye let out a "Wow" sound.
Not out of fondness, but out of shock.
The inside is as big as a basketball court.
Even though it’s broad daylight, there’s not much light inside.
If it weren’t for the colorful lights spinning overhead, Faye felt she’d be unable to see anything inside.
What shocked her most was that it was broad daylight, only a little past six o’clock, and there were already a lot of people dancing.
"So, what do you think? This place isn’t bad, is it?"
"How did you find it?" Faye furrowed her brows tightly.
Roman curled his lips: "A girl I know brought here once.
I found the alcohol here decent, and the barbecue quite authentic, so I co occasionally."
Honestly, such a lively place isn’t quite to her taste.
Roman took her inside to the bar, "Bro, a Pink Lady and a Black Knight."
"Got it, just a mont."
"I need to drive later, can’t drink alcohol."
"This club has a great feature; they offer designated drivers, so feel free to drink. It’s fine.
Plus, the drinks aren’t strong. With your tolerance, ten glasses are no problem.
Wait here, I’ll go get you so barbecue and popcorn."
After Roman finished speaking, he got up and walked to the other end of the bar.
Faye looked around; indeed, this place had a unique charm.
Eating skewers in a club was definitely sothing she’d never experienced before.
But the n and won here seed accustod to it.
Watching them sip on foreign alcohol and eat skewers, Faye felt a little amused.
Not mocking, just thinking that such a blend of East and West was rather funny and amusing.
When Roman returned, the drinks had just been mixed.
The bartender made her a pink cocktail, fitting its na, Pink Lady.
Faye took a sip and raised her eyebrows at him, "It’s pretty good."
"I was conquered by the drinks here.
The sound system is diocre, but everything else is great."
Faye laughed, "The young girls here aren’t very old, are they?"
"Don’t be fooled by their youth; they’re all quite proactive.
This generation of kids, I really can’t... handle them."
"And yet you say you’re not old." Faye took another sip.
Sweet, but hardly any alcohol taste.
"Hey, by the way, have you heard any news about Sebastian Sheldon all these years?"
When Roman finished speaking, Faye’s hand involuntarily tightened.
"No."
"A month ago, while on a business trip to the United Kingdom, I ran into her. She had a leg fracture and was going in for surgery."
"Is that so," if it weren’t for the dim light, Roman could certainly see how unpleasant her expression was.
"Won’t you ask why she had surgery?"
Faye looked at him, though she didn’t ask, her eyes held curiosity.
"Because of a broken right arm, she said she accidentally fell, but I suspect... there’s a high chance she was beaten.
Later, I looked at her X-ray; a fracture from a fall wouldn’t look like that."
Faye grew nervous and asked, "Who hit her?"
"What do you think?" Roman shot her a look, "Even using your toes, you should be able to figure it out."
Faye furrowed her brows, realizing her question was indeed redundant.
"I haven’t told Hunter about this.
I’ve actually been feeling quite down about it.
It always feels like I’ve betrayed him.
But after I told him you were pregnant six years ago, I don’t dare to speak recklessly anymore.
I always think, anyway, they won’t return to the country, so Hunter shouldn’t find out, right?"
Faye took a sip from her glass but didn’t respond.
"Faye, Sebastian even asked about you."
"Did she? What did she ask?"
"She asked how you and Hunter have been over the years.
I said you two had separated, and Sebastian couldn’t speak for a very long ti.
I originally wanted to chat with her a bit, but I had a spinal surgery to do.
So I had to go into the operating room first.
When I ca out, Sebastian was no longer at the hospital.
The nurse said her husband had picked her up."
Faye fell silent once again.
Amidst her silence, she leisurely finished her drink.
Roman’s drink barely touched, he told the bartender, "Another Red Beauty."
"I can’t drink anymore, too much isn’t good."
"This drink has an even lower alcohol content than the Pink Lady."
The bartender was quick, soon handing her a red cocktail.
Faye held the glass in her hand but didn’t drink.
"Faye, there’s actually sothing I shouldn’t ask.
But I’m naturally curious and can’t keep it in.
Can you tell , why did Sebastian leave back then?
Was it really like how Hunter said?"
Faye swiveled the chair, looking at the dancing crowd.
She held the glass, swirling it around, but didn’t take a sip.
Next to her, Roman turned too: "I think it must have been a misunderstanding.
Back then, you were only 20, right?
How could a 20-year-old girl drive away a 24-year-old woman?
You were just a kid then."
Faye lowered her eyes, and after a mont, she looked up at him, "Your gossip is really speechless.
But Hunter wasn’t wrong, she was indeed driven away by .
So don’t gossip about this in the future.
It’s quite embarrassing."
"Look at you, I’m talking sincerely, and you’re not being honest at all.
I know there must be so misunderstanding, and you just can’t clarify it right now, right?"
"No misunderstanding; at 20, I was no longer a child.
To get what I wanted, I’d stop at nothing.
Just firmly believe that for the rest of your life."
She lifted her glass and drained the drink, "I still prefer the taste of Pink Lady."
She put the glass on the bar, "If that barbecue you ntioned doesn’t co soon, I’ll have to leave."
Seeing her being so stubborn, Roman knew he couldn’t get anything out of her.
He asked soone to hurry up with the barbecue.
Faye ate with relish, her face showing no expression.
But since that topic ca up, she hadn’t initiated another conversation with him.
Roman knew for sure she was feeling uncomfortable inside.
So he continued to eat, drink, and flirt around.
At 7:30, seeing Roman still enjoying himself, Faye said she was leaving.
Now a mother, she couldn’t be so carefree.
Roman found a designated driver for her at the club to take her out.
After Faye got into the car, he held the car door and said, "The questions I asked tonight won’t keep you up, will they?"
"No, guilt fades after so long."
"That’s not what I ant."
"But that’s what I an." Faye pursed her lips, "Don’t worry, if I really couldn’t sleep, I would have died of insomnia over this long ago.
Go back and continue enjoying yourself, I’ll be off."
Faye closed the door herself, and the designated driver drove away.
Roman watched the car leave and turned to go back to the club, but sothing struck him, and he quickly pulled out his phone to call Hunter Warren.
"Let tell you sothing, today Faye ca to settle a score with .
She found out that villa was developed by your company."
"Is that so? How did she find out?
She shouldn’t be so bored as to investigate stuff like this, right?"
"Who knows?"
Hunter’s eyes turned cold, imdiately thinking of Oliver Turner.
Other than him, there shouldn’t be anyone else idle enough to do this.
"Does she also know I live there?"
"Probably not, because she didn’t bring it up.
But I guess if she finds out in the future, she might co find again."
"Just say you don’t know, and that I just moved in."
Roman crossed his arms, "Of course, that was my plan.
If Faye gets really stubborn, she might make eat that villa or sothing."
Hunter smiled; that seed quite possible.
"So how did you manage to escape today?"
"I’m crafty, I guess.
I tell you, Faye is probably headed ho now.
Are you still not planning to show up tonight?"
"Let’s see."
"Her rebelliousness towards you is quite strong right now.
You better be careful."
...
Faye closed her eyes, taking a brief nap in the car’s back seat.
Ever since she heard the na Sebastian Sheldon, she had been a bit out of sorts.
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