Love Story2–Chapter 1
The Magnet Club was a property I acquired when I returned to Dunsborough City.
I needed a high end venue to host the city’s elites.
I never expected the Magnet Club to turn a profit; its purpose was solely for screening.
Only those with a net worth exceeding a billion or possessing significant social status could receive an entry ticket.
Tonight’s guest was rather special–Brian Raymond, the official overseeing Dunsborough City’s
economy.
He didn’t drink alcohol, only tea, and not the expensive kind.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, we finalized a project worth over a billion dollars.
When he received a call from the municipal office, I excused myself to leave the private room, not wanting to intrude.
Just then, my assistant approached me. He was tall, handsome, and carried himself with
extraordinary poise.
“Ms. Bryson, a second–generation real estate heir has arrived at the downstairs lounge. Would you like to meet him?” Jake asked with a smile.
I glanced at the private room where Brian Raymond was taking his call. After a moment’s hesitation, I replied, “Sure, let’s see.”
After all, Brian’s calls typically lasted at least half an hour, and it wouldn’t make sense to linger outside the entire time.
As a businesswoman, connecting with leaders from various industries was a given.
If Jake deemed it important enough to notify me, the visitor must have some significance.
I went to the downstairs lounge with a fine bottle of wine and knocked on the door.
“Come in,” someone called from inside.
J–opened the door and walked in, wearing a polite yet distant smile.
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But before I could speak, I froze.
side was a group of people I knew well–familiar yet unfamiliar.
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The most prominent seat, naturally, belonged to the most influential person present.
Seated there was none other than Nicole Tanner.
Even after ten years, I still couldn’t forget the scene of her Bentley terrifying me into collapse, nor her scornful words: “Ha, a poor girl.”
And then, I saw him–Justin Wells.
The very man who had once declared that my affection for him was worthless, now seated beside
Nicole Tanner with a delicately adorable little girl in his arms.
Five years ago, I had seen Justin Wells once in Capital City.
He had been negotiating a business deal and was being pressured to drink. When he refused, someone slapped him.
I intervened on his behalf, and he said he wanted a drink.
Drunk and unsteady, he told me he could drink himself into oblivion but would never allow anyone to force him to. He said it was a matter of dignity–a boundary.
But hadn’t he once claimed he’d rather be toyed with in luxury than accept a worthless love?
So how, in five years, had he suddenly grown a sense of dignity?
I asked him how much his dignity was worth–I would buy it.
He cried but stubbornly wiped his tears away and said it wasn’t for sale. He’d give it to me for free.
I told him if he dared to offer. I’d dare to take it.
That night, I took him home. But when I woke up, he was gone.
I had thought about finding him, even pathetically trying to win him back.
But in the end, I gave up.
Later, I left Capital City, assuming he’d continue his life there. I never expected he’d return to Dansborough City as well.
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But before I could speak, 1 froze.
nside was a group of people I knew well–familiar yet unfamiliar.
The most prominent seat, naturally, belonged to the most influential person present.
Seated there was none other than Nicole Tanner.
Even after ten years, I still couldn’t forget the scene of her Bentley terrifying me into collapse, nor her scornful words: “Ha, a poor girl.”
And then, I saw him–Justin Wells.
The very man who had once declared that my affection for him was worthless, now seated beside Nicole Tanner with a delicately adorable little girl in his arms.
Five years ago, I had seen Justin Wells once in Capital City.
He had been negotiating a business deal and was being pressured to drink. When he refused, someone slapped him.
I intervened on his behalf, and he said he wanted a drink.
Drunk and unsteady, he told me he could drink himself into oblivion but would never allow anyone to force him to. He said it was a matter of dignity–a boundary.
But hadn’t he once claimed he’d rather be toyed with in luxury than accept a worthless love?
So how, in five years, had he suddenly grown a sense of dignity?
I asked him how much his dignity was worth–I would buy it.
He cried but stubbornly wiped his tears away and said it wasn’t for sale. He’d give it to me for flee.
I told him if he dared to offer, I’d dare to take it.
That night, I took him home. But when I woke up, he was gone.
I had thought about finding him, even pathetically trying to win him back.
But in the end, I gave up.
Later, I left Capital City, assuming he’d continue his life there. I never expected he’d return to Dansborough City as well.
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Paddy, Tina wants shrimp,” the adorable little girl suddenly said.
he’s married now?
Did he marry Nicole Tanner?
Nicole suddenly said, “Come here, Tina. Mommy will get it for you.‘
As she spoke, she shot me a provocative look, then turned her gaze to Justin Wells, staring at him
intently.
“Old classmate, it’s been ten years, hasn’t it?”
heard you got into the Ivy League back then. How did a few years there turn you into a waitress?”
Nicole Tanner placed some shrimp on the little girl’s plate, then looked at me with a face full of mockery. “Almost thirty now, and still just a waitress. Isn’t that embarrassing? At least aim to be a manager, won’t you?”
After she finished, the room erupted into laughter.
Everyone present, just like ten years ago, instinctively echoed Nicole Tanner.
Their logic was simple: whoever Nicole mocked, they mocked, all to curry favor with her in exchange for benefits.
Back in school, those benefits might have been as trivial as a pack of cigarettes Nicole casually
tossed their way.
Now, they might be hoping for a respectable job.
It’s all for survival, nothing shameful about it, and I could understand.
