Everyone was curious about his answer.Scott paused for a while, being watched by everyone, and softly moved his lips, "She's not here and you don't know her."The interest everyone had suddenly disappeared."Oh, I thought it was Nina. It turns out it's not. It seems we were overthinking."Nina never thought it was her.Their relationship was now more familiar than in the past.It was everyone's over-speculation.Afterward, the focus was no longer on her, which left her feeling relaxed, not having to engage in their conversations.During the class reunion, men talked among themselves about work and business while holding their wine glasses.Nina drank a bit, perhaps not having drunk for too long, and soon felt dizzy, entering a slightly tipsy state.She vaguely heard someone talking, and it seemed like they were discussing her name."Among us, Nina seems to be doing well, huh? She's hovering between two big bosses. She must have made a lot of benefits, right?""I don't want
Even the person who wanted to hit Nina could only cover her face, holding back her grievances. Nash stared coldly at them. "Don't you understand the situation? Who should you apologize to?"They immediately understood and hurried to Nina, speaking humbly, "Sorry, Nina, we shouldn't have speculated randomly. We know we were wrong and won't dare to do it again."They knew Nash's power. Here, no matter how capable they were, they shouldn't oppose the York family. If they offended him, they could forget about having a good time in the company in the future. They still had families, children, parents, and couldn't risk their jobs.Nina naturally wouldn't hold it against them, but she still hadn't understood why Nash was here, staring at him blankly. "What are you doing here?"Nash looked at her, his dissatisfaction palpable. He grabbed her arm, still angry, and said coldly, "Come home with me!"Nina shook off his hand. "Why should I go with you? We have nothing to do with each other."
Thinking about the grievances she had endured, Nina cried even harder. Her tears attracted onlookers."Hey buddy, did you upset your girlfriend? Look at her crying like that, she must have been really upset!" A passerby couldn't help but comment upon seeing the situation.Nash didn't want to deal with this in public. He had never encountered such a situation before. "She’s just throwing a tantrum. She'll be fine in a while," he said.He tried to pick up Nina to take her away, but she clung to him like an eel, crying loudly."Patience is key when coaxing your girlfriend," another passerby advised. "You must have upset her for her to refuse to leave with you. No girl gets angry for no reason."Nash had no idea why she was angry. He wasn't even angry himself, so where was her temper coming from? But seeing her cry so much, he didn't know what to say.Nash got a headache. He had never comforted a woman like this before, feeling awkward and helpless. It was even harder than negotiatin
Upon hearing this, Nash looked over and noticed that she was scratching her hand, which had developed a rash. He immediately grabbed her arm to prevent her from scratching recklessly. "Stop scratching," he said in a deep voice.Nina was in great discomfort. "It's itchy," she replied.Nash furrowed his brows and said gravely, "You're allergic to alcohol and yet you drank so much."Nina was a bit disoriented as she opened her eyes and seemed to see Nash's figure. "Where am I?" she asked."At home," he replied.Nash took off her shoes, then removed her clothes that were in the way and tucked her into bed.Nina became somewhat clear-headed, recalling that she had attended a class reunion, where she had a bit to drink and encountered some minor issues. It was at this critical moment that Nash appeared."Did you bring me back?" Nina asked.Nash went to the bathroom and brought back a basin of hot water, dampening a towel to gently wipe her arms. Her small arms were red and covered in
Upon hearing what Nina said, Nash's face turned extremely pale, and a heavy sensation weighed on his chest. He got up, ignoring Nina's crying, and stood solemnly by the window, lighting up a cigarette and puffing away. Smoke lingered, and the air turned icy cold. After finishing the cigarette, he left the bedroom without returning.The next day, Nina woke up with a severe headache. As she rose from bed, she held her head, feeling it heavier than her feet. Pouring herself a glass of water, she tried to sober up. Heading to the bathroom to freshen up, she noticed her swollen eyes, indicating that last night wasn't peaceful. She remembered Nash bringing her back home, but there were no signs of him having moved, suggesting he didn't sleep beside her. However, she recalled him taking care of her for a long time. It was the first time he had been so caring towards her. Nina was a bit puzzled as to why Nash happened to be with her last night and why he escorted her home. Vaguely, she
"Nash has plenty of designer clothes," Nina said expressionlessly. "As long as it's me who buys them, he'll wear them. I'm just wondering who you are picking clothes for."Miranda walked over, and their eyes met, both refusing to back down, sparks almost flying between them. Miranda smirked, "I got a limited-edition designer outfit for my boyfriend. There are only ten in the world. Would you like to see it?" Her tone was tinged with a hint of boastfulness. She could afford to order luxurious, high-end clothes, while Nina's choices in the store were commonplace. They were not on the same level when it came to selecting clothes for their men.The sales assistant brought out the box containing the limited-edition coat, exuding the scent of money from inside out. Nina at her with a hint of sarcasm, "You need someone else's money even to buy a dress. Are you sure this time it's not the case?"Miranda raised an eyebrow, "My boyfriend is willing to spend money on me. Are you envious?"
She didn't believe that Nash would have given Nina a bank card with twenty million dollars in it. She had inquired, and their relationship wasn't good; Nash rarely took care of her. She had been his secretary for seven years and couldn't even get him to look at her properly. If Nash cared about her, he wouldn't hide their marriage; instead, he would openly announce their relationship. The only possibility was that Nina was financially supported by her sugar daddies behind Nash's back.She would rather believe this than believe Nash would give her money to spend."What's wrong with my nephew giving his wife some money? Does it need to be suspected by others? Do you feel a bit sour about not getting what you want?" Suddenly, another voice came from their conversation.Following the voice, Nina saw Zoe York, gracefully swaying her slender waist. She was wearing a black dress, outlining her graceful figure. With her hair pinned up into a bun, she appeared to be almost fifty years old,
Miranda stood there, forcing a smile as she turned back, "Zoe, do you have any other business?"Zoe looked at her, "Are you here to buy clothes too? This coat isn't for yourself, is it?"Miranda's face stiffened, "It's for someone else."Zoe saw through it but didn't expose it. With her arms crossed, she spoke coldly, "Miranda, you're a public figure after all. You should know what's right and what's wrong. Just because I don't say anything doesn't mean I agree. I'm just turning a blind eye out of respect for your family’s reputation. Don't wait until everything falls apart to regret it. I'm not like Sally, allowing you to do as you please!"Miranda's expression turned ugly, feeling humiliated. Her steps faltered, and her assistant helped her leave."Nina, it's rare to meet. Let's go for a drink," Zoe said with a smile."Sure, Zoe, there's a café nearby. Let's go there," Nina replied.The two headed to the café.Though Zoe didn't often involve herself in family matters, she sti