The man snapped to attention after calling her na and quickly walked up to her, scanning both sides.
"How did you know I would be here tonight?
You said you wouldn’t co looking for again, didn’t you?
What are you trying to imply now?"
Jane Quinlan was also dumbfounded by his words.
She was looking for him? Please, she might have been full tonight, but she wasn’t bloated to that extent.
She stepped aside, intending to walk past him without arguing.
But he grabbed her wrist: "Jane Quinlan, do you really find any fun in doing this?
We were friends for just a few days, and I didn’t take any advantage of you, did I?
Your incessant pestering is getting shaless.
I hoped you’d leave the press, but you wouldn’t go.
You said yourself that you loved the press more than .
Now what do you want?
I’m really happy now, can’t you just stop this?"
Jane Quinlan looked down at his hand holding her wrist: "Xavier, who’s clinging onto whom between us?
I’m just here for a al and unfortunate enough to bump into you. Do you have to be so anxious?
What, afraid your new girlfriend will find out you ran into ?
Then you might as well resign from the press.
Because going forward, you’ll have to deal with every day at work.
Won’t you be scared out of your wits then?"
Xavier sneered: "You say you’re here for a al? Hah.
Your lying skills are getting lower and lower.
Have you ever eaten inside? Do you know a al there can cost you a month’s salary?
You expect to believe that soone who always dragged to sidewalk stalls to save for a house could afford a dinner here?"
He released her arm, crossed his arms, and stepped up onto the higher ground, looking down at her.
"Jane Quinlan, I’ve known you for so many years and I know you.
You’re not a girl who likes to lie.
You might as well admit you’re here to pester , then I wouldn’t think so poorly of you."
Jane Quinlan snorted indifferently: "So, I’m too poor to eat here, is that it?
If I’m poor, does everything I say beco a lie?
Being poor ans I have to be scorned by you from up high?"
She stepped down from the stairs and looked up at him: "Since that’s the case, the almighty senior Xavier.
From now on, I’ll just admire you, who had to hook up with a rich girl just to avoid being poor."
"Don’t spout nonsense. My feelings for Eden Howard are different from yours; don’t sar with such disgusting thoughts."
Jane Quinlan felt indignant inside. A car’s headlights approached in the distance, and she turned to look, seeing it was Kay Forrest’s car. She huffed and glared at Xavier: "Self-righteousness can be cured, too.
Don’t think you’re the only man in the world. I, Jane Quinlan, didn’t fall for you just because I couldn’t find anyone else to marry."
After saying that, she turned and walked towards the middle of the road. Hector May’s car stopped in front of her, and she opened the door and got into the passenger seat.
The car sped away, leaving Xavier standing on the steps, stunned.
That was a Hector May, wasn’t it...
So, she really was here to eat?
Could it be that she had latched onto a wealthy guy?
With that thought, Xavier’s expression changed to a colder one.
In the car, Kay Forrest turned to look at her preoccupied face: "Were you just talking to soone?"
Her attention wasn’t even on Kay but, looking at him, she asked, "Is this car expensive?"
"Not expensive."
"Not expensive?" She puckered her lips: "I haven’t seen this emblem much. What brand is this car?"
He turned to her: "Why do you ask?"
"Can’t I be curious?"
"For soone who doesn’t even recognize Chanel, isn’t it a bit late for you to start being curious about luxury brands?"
"How would I not know Chanel? I know of it."
"Then do you know which brand has the interlocking Cs logo?"
"This looks sowhat familiar to , but I can’t quite recall the actual na..."
"So, you’ve only heard of Chanel and don’t know that its logo is the interlocking Cs, right?"
Jane Quinlan was taken aback. Are these two things the sa? She genuinely didn’t know.
"I know LV, Prada," Jane Quinlan raised an eyebrow, refusing to be outdone here.
"What’s the use of knowing? Using them is what counts."
Jane Quinlan huffed: "Why so much nonsense? Just tell , what car is this and how much does it cost?"
"Ever heard of Hector May?"
Jane Quinlan frowned. BMW, rcedes-Benz, Volkswagen... she knew many car brands, but Hector May wasn’t one she had really paid attention to.
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