"Samuel, why did you come alone today?"
In the upscale card room, Tim Morrison played a card and looked up at Samuel Johnson.
Today was Samuel Johnson's gathering with people from the circle; the entire card room had been booked, and girls were specially invited to add to the fun. Each man was accompanied by a pretty companion, except for Samuel Johnson, who sat there alone.
"Huh?" Samuel Johnson looked up at Tim Morrison, "What do you mean?"
"Where's your little sidekick?" Tim Morrison asked with a smile, "Doesn't she always follow you? Why did she let you out on a leash today to have some fun?"
Tim Morrison was only teasing, but he didn't realize that Samuel Johnson's face had darkened.
At just twenty-one, he seemed exceptionally impassive when silent—a natural aura that Johnson family members possessed. It was evident that given time, Samuel Johnson could truly become the head of the Johnsons.
"Don't talk to me about her!" Samuel Johnson said icily, "Just mentioning that slut makes me sick!"
"Oh?" Tim Morrison exchanged a glance with someone nearby, curious, "What has Amanda done to you now?"
It was known to everyone that Samuel Johnson didn't like Amanda Smith.
And everyone was aware that Amanda Smith liked Samuel Johnson.
She seemed quiet and unassuming, always following Samuel, barely speaking a word. But whenever Samuel was out enjoying himself, Amanda was almost always there. It was hard to imagine what a woman must feel, watching the man she loves flirt with other women. Moreover, Samuel treated Amanda terribly. Whenever she was around, he would openly flirt with his companions, only to anger Amanda.
Yet Amanda never resisted his behavior. While they frolicked in the private rooms, she sat alone in a corner, sipping a drink, and when Samuel got drunk, she took him home.
She was like air, merely existing. Even though she was there, most of the time, everyone would forget her.
Samuel took a drink and let out a cold laugh, "Tim, do you remember the other night we played at the club?"
"What about it?"
"I got drunk that night, didn't I?" Samuel said through gritted teeth, "Do you know what that woman did? She shamelessly crawled into my bed! You have no idea how I felt when I woke up the next day! I honestly wanted to strangle her!"
"Ah..." Tim Morrison's eyes widened in disbelief.
Samuel gave him a look and finished his drink in one gulp, "Tch, do you think I'm someone with no taste? How could I lay a hand on that kind of woman?"
At this point, Tim seemed to disagree a bit, "Don't say that. Amanda is quite pretty, especially when she smiles, tsk tsk..."
"Smack!" The words of praise for her inexplicably made Samuel irritable.
He slammed the glass down on the table hard and looked at Tim, a very malicious thought suddenly surfacing in his mind.