Upon seeing this, Luke exclaimed. "Hey, Brad! Where are you going? We haven't had our meal!"
He stood beside the gym equipment with his phone in a daze. He looked as the two figures walked afar and faintly felt that Hans was looking at him pitifully.
Pitying him?
Was he crazy?!
He scratched his head, puzzled. Luke sat cross-legged on the ground and continued to read the gossip.
Three seconds later…
"Damn! Susan Yates? Isn't she Brad's future wife? Brad, wait for me…"
…
The scene in the bar was already pushed up to the hot searches.
Susan was clueless about this.
Ten minutes ago, under Mr. Yach's unhappy gaze, Xyla had returned to his side. The seat where Susan was at had regained its momentary peace.
Faye looked at Susan worriedly. Her expression was overly calm, as if nothing had happened before.
However, from her action of ordering three more cocktails, it seemed that her calmness was temporary.
Even she didn't expect that Tom would be back.
Back then, he said that he wanted to succeed in Hollywood. Now, he actually brought his agent back to marry.
Scumbag!
"Susan, stop drinking. You're drunk!"
Faye felt heartache and was angry. Her beautiful face was filled with worries.
Susan downed her drink in one shot. However, as she swallowed too quickly, she suddenly started to cough.
As she coughed, her eyes became red.
"I'm fine. Faye, you still have to go to work tomorrow. Head back first. No need to worry about me!"
"Work isn't as important as you!" Faye was so angry that she looked like a pufferfish. "You shouldn't have talked nonsense with Xyla just now. You might as well give her two slaps!"
Susan was amused by Faye's expression. She shook the cocktail glass in her hand. "So what if I hit her? I'll just be creating another topic for her!"
"Alright, I don't really understand what happens in your circle. Stop drinking. I'll send you home!"
Faye forcibly snatched Susan's cocktail glass away. Then, she pulled her away from the bar.
On the second floor upstairs, Xyla was puffing her chest and pouring alcohol for Mr. Yach. Seeing that his gaze followed Susan, she was unhappy in her heart. "Mr. Yach, why are you looking at her? She's gone. Why are you still looking!"
Sam Yach curved his lips. "She's that model who you said always picks on you?"
"Exactly!" Xyla put Susan down by exaggerating details. When she looked at Mr. Yach again, her eyebrows tightened.
That was because she saw the look of a man hunting for prey.
Well…
"Since she's always picking on you, find a chance to call her out someday. I'll teach her a lesson for you!"
Xyla felt that something was not going well. She smiled and shook her head. "No need for that. We belong to the same company, after all. It's not good for us to fall out!"
Mr. Yach ignored her and a trace of mockery flashed past his eyes.
…
After leaving the bar, Faye put the sunglasses on Susan's face.
No matter what, she was a public figure. It wasn't something good to be drunk late at night.
She pulled Susan towards the parking lot. After taking two steps, the phone in her pocket rang.
Faye carried both their bags in one hand. She picked up the call with difficulty. "Hello, Mr. Lampard!"
"…"
"Ah? There're mistakes in the data?"
"…"
"Alright, I understand. I'll return to the company immediately!"
After hanging up the call, Faye felt helpless. The report she was responsible for had mistakes in the data. Her direct supervisor scolded her and asked her to rush back to the company to settle this immediately.