The moment he saw her, George Flack felt his heart trembling, and a hint of crimson filled his eyes.
It was her.
Indeed, it was her.
She had appeared.
The searing gaze made it impossible for Aria Grant to ignore. She turned her head slightly and when she saw the man standing in the center of the hall, dressed in a well-tailored suit, his handsome and clear-cut features striking, her calm eyes flickered for a moment. Just like seeing a stranger, she nodded slightly at him, then indifferently shifted her gaze away.
Seeing her calm and indifferent demeanor, George felt as though his heart was being pierced by a needle. The pain spread throughout his body, triggering a surge of anger within him.
Seeing the handsome and gentle man sitting next to her, his eyes darkened even further.
George cast a deep glance at Aria but could not approach her because the director saw him and came over to talk to him.
Samuel Mamet was puzzled by the indifference between the two. He was about to ask, but then he received a call from his father asking him to prepare for a speech on the stage.
He could only suppress his doubts and bid farewell to Aria before going upstairs to prepare.
Aria finished the tea in her cup and lazily leaned back, dispassionately observing the attendees of the banquet.
Finally, she spotted an investor who had appeared in the data.
Her sister had met him before the accident and he was said to be investing in her new play. They had been in frequent contact during that period.
Moreover, according to the data, this investor seemed to be very fond of her sister.
Aria softened her gaze and leaned in to whisper a few instructions to Dean Taylor.
George, whose gaze had been fixed on her, saw her intimate actions with Dean. His fury was nearly uncontrollable, and a chill emanated from his body as if uncontrollably.
George clenched his fist. Was this man her new lover?
His icy gaze fell on Dean, who was about to get up and leave. Suddenly, Dean felt a chill run up his spine, as if being targeted by a dangerous animal, and his nerves tensed instantly.
His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he discreetly observed his surroundings. Seeing a good-looking man staring at him, he felt oddly perplexed.
However, he didn't ponder for long. The most important thing was to do as Mrs. Grant had instructed.
As Dean walked towards the investor, Aria stood up and went to the restroom.
Seeing her about to leave, George put down his wine glass and pursued her.
This time, no matter what, he couldn't let her leave his side.
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In the restroom.
Aria, who had just finished washing her hands after using the restroom, saw from the mirror a good-looking man standing expressionlessly behind her.
She kept her head down as she meticulously washed her hands. Her voice was light and cold, "Mr. Flack, long time no see. Next time you appear, I hope you can make some noise. Otherwise, you can easily scare people to death."
Appearing like a ghost out of nowhere, if not for her strong mental composure, she would have been scared to death.
"Why did you leave without saying goodbye five years ago?" Seeing her, all of George's anger disappeared. He greedily examined her face, his voice husky.
"How is that any of Mr. Flack's business?" Aria tilted her head slightly to look at him, her expression calm, "If I remember correctly, we had already broken up five years ago."
"I proposed it, and you agreed."
"I never agreed." George took a step towards Aria, grabbed her delicate and fragile wrist, his beautiful black eyes fixed on her as he stubbornly repeated, "I never agreed."
"Your silence was consent in my eyes." Aria laughed slightly, shrugged, her eyes calm as if the man in front of her could no longer stir her emotions.
He was just a stranger.
"Aria." George was taken aback by her cold demeanor, his heart squeezing painfully, trembling at his fingertips. His face was as cold as ever, except for the hints of red in his eyes, "Don't be like this, Aria. What happened back then, I can explain."
Aria stared at him without responding. When she was with George five years ago, his attitude towards her was indifferent which made her unsure if he really liked her.
She was insecure and confessed her feelings to him, only to receive a cold 'I see' in response.
At that time, she felt that George didn't like her that much, and even treated her as a toy for amusement.
But she couldn't bear to let go of him.
She treaded carefully in this relationship, hoping she could spend a lifetime with him.
But later, when they argued, his attitude remained indifferent, as if he didn't care. Moreover,...
Aria closed her eyes, suppressing the tumultuous emotions within her. She detached herself from him, pulled her hand away, and spoke in an emotionless tone, "Mr. Flack, we no longer have anything to do with each other."
He already had a fiancée and a child. It was only right for her to draw boundaries.
Even if she wanted to learn about her sister from him, she would make him tell her through other means.
She, Aria Grant, has always been proud and would never stoop so low to destroy another's family.
George's lips thinned, his indifferent face slightly pale, his black eyes stormed as if ready to shatter her.
He didn't say anything, but when he saw Aria about to leave, he reached out to grab her wrist and abruptly pulled her into his embrace.
Aria furrowed her eyebrows, ready to shove him away, when suddenly she felt a chill on her lips.
She widened her eyes in shock, not believing the handsome face magnified before her.
Had George gone mad?
The outside world now knew that he had a fiancée. Didn't he know that if people saw this, it would have a huge impact on him?
The moment he held Aria, years of suppressed longing surged out like a flood, overwhelming his brain and reason.
The softness of her lips made it hard for him to let go and made him crave more.
He kissed her almost uncontrollably, the corners of his eyes reddening, his eyes half-closed, seeming slightly tearful.
His Aria. His Aria how could she have nothing to do with him?
She was clearly his!
Pinned against the wall by him and unable to move, the calmness in Aria's eyes finally turned into annoyance. She bit down hard on George's lip.
He grunted softly, but still did not let go of her, instead holding her even tighter.
This madman.
Tasting the rust-like flavor, Aria cursed to herself, but chose not to resist.
George slowly calmed down, and his grip on Aria gradually slackened.
Seizing this opportunity, Aria pushed him away with force and harshly slapped him across the face.
"Smack—"
The crisp sound echoed in the restroom. Aria's breath slightly hitched, and a flush came across her pale face. She calmly looked at George, whose face had been slapped sideways by her, "This is for your indecency. Mr. Flack."