??Chapter 437: Chapter 437: Simon’s Plan
Chapter 437: Chapter 437: Simon’s Plan
Cocktail party.
In a corner, Simon sat on a single-seater sofa, holding a glass of champagne in his hand, yet his gaze constantly lingered on a slender figure within the crowd.
He was staring at Mo Zhizi.
In the midst of the crowd, Mo Zhizi, in her nude pink strappy evening gown, was like a glistening, translucent peach, tempting one to commit sins.
Mo Zhizi, indeed, was a perfect tool to use, one that wouldn’t arouse Mo Chen’s suspicion.
Simon put down his champagne glass and stood up, walking towards that graceful silhouette.
After Mo Zhizi finished greeting her friends, she turned around and t Simon’s gaze—both gentle and sinister.
In that instant, she felt as if her heartbeat had skipped a beat.
“You are…” Mo Zhizi hesitated for a mont, then asked.
“Simon Lawrence, just call
Simon.”
Mo Zhizi suddenly realized, “Oh… so you are the Little Lawrence of the Lawrence Family.”
“Nice to et you, Miss Mo.” Simon’s lips curled up into a smile as he extended his hand to Mo Zhizi.
Mo Zhizi looked at the man’s slender hand, hesitated for a mont, then reached out to shake it.
Simon was the perfect gentleman, rely shaking her hand briefly before letting go, knowing exactly how to asure the propriety of an initial encounter between man and woman.
“You know ?”
Simon smiled, “If a man is interested in a woman, then learning all about her isn’t that difficult, especially for a man like .”
Mo Zhizi couldn’t help but smile, “What kind of man are you?”
“A man who finds you interesting.”
The smile on Mo Zhizi’s lips grew broader, though she remained silent, she couldn’t help but glance at Simon’s face—it was indeed very handso.
He wasn’t the sa type as Gu Mocheng, but he was pleasing to the eye, and his mannerisms were quite gentlemanly.
Unconsciously, Mo Zhizi compared Simon with Gu Mocheng in her mind.
Simon then said, “I also happen to know your brother.”
Mo Zhizi frowned, “I just rembered, the dia used to say you pursued Qiao Ruoxin. Do you also like Qiao Ruoxin?”
“Beauties are always coveted, but now it’s nothing. She’s about to get married, isn’t she?”
When he spoke the words “get married,” there was a slight sourness in Simon’s tone.
Mo Zhizi let out a soft sigh and laughed, “Ruoxin is really lucky, having so many n like her. My brother likes her, you like her, and even he…”
He… Gu Mocheng also liked her.
Qiao Ruoxin was a girl Mo Zhizi had envied since childhood. With her sweet and cute looks, she didn’t have to do anything to attract n’s affection.
Simon: “Miss Mo is too modest; you also have quite a few suitors.”
Mo Zhizi smiled sowhat helplessly.
There were quite a few, but none that she could take a fancy to.
She envied that the quality of Qiao Ruoxin’s suitors seed quite high.
Mo Zhizi picked up a glass of champagne and took a few sips, then got ready to leave, “Mr. Lawrence, please excuse
for a mont, I need to visit the restroom.”
Just as she was about to step away, her high-heeled shoe slipped, and her body involuntarily tilted to one side; Simon instinctively caught hold of her.
The mont Mo Zhizi looked up, she t the man’s eyes, shimring and nearly seductive.
“I’ll take you back, you’re drunk.”
“I just slipped, I’m not drunk,” Mo Zhizi tried to stand up.
But Simon had already taken her wrist, walking towards the exit of the party, “Let’s go back, you don’t have to do this even if you’re short on money.”
Mo Zhizi’s face turned slightly embarrassed—how did Simon know she was in need of money?
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