Chapter 112
Meanwhile, Sean was playing cards with a few of his close friends.
Ian casually drew a card, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and smirked. “Well, well… the sun must’ve risen in the west. What’s this? Sean actually has time to hang out with us? Shouldn’t you be picking up your precious Charlotte from work right about now?”
Ever since Charlotte started working again and moved into her own apartment, Sean had been showing up at her place in Brightwood Residences almost every day. It had been a while since he last hung out with the guys.
After his accident at the engagement party, he had spent some time in the hospital. After he was discharged, things between him and Charlotte only grew stronger. The two had been practically inseparable since. Sean made time almost every day to pick her up from work.
Sean remained calm, tossing a card onto the table. “She’s out with coworkers tonight.”
“Whoa,” Ian laughed dramatically. “So you got ditched?”
The smug look on his face made it hard not to punch him.
He leaned back, voice dripping with mockery. “Can’t believe it. The great Sean Jasper–getting ditched by a woman? What kind of work dinner could possibly matter more than you?”
A subtle chill rolled through the room as Sean glanced up, his gaze sharp. “Ditched?”
He let out a faint smile. “Hardly. She’s still coming home to me when it’s over. What about you? Picking up your girlfriend later too?”
The burn was low–key but brutal.
Everyone knew Ian was perpetually single. No girlfriend in sight.
Ian clenched his jaw, clearly wounded, and turned to Jordan for backup. “You hear this? What kind of friend rubs it in like that? Jordan, you’re single too. Aren’t you offended?”
Jordan cleared his throat. “Actually… I’m seeing someone.”
Ian’s jaw dropped. His cigarette slipped from his lips. “Wait–what? You? Since when?”
“Been a while,” Jordan replied casually.
“You never said anything! Who is she? Someone from the Ziegler family? The Lambert family?”
The Zieglers were one of the top–tier families in Jersey, and the Lamberts had deep political ties–second only to the Jaspers and the Zellers. Given Jordan Zeller’s background as a third–generation political elite, Ian naturally assumed he was dating someone from a family just as powerful.
Before Jordan could answer, lan kept going, talking over him, “I actually ran into that girl from the Ziegler family not long ago. She just got back from studying abroad. She’s seriously gorgeous. Come on,
is it her?”
But Jordan shook his head. “Just a regular college student.”
“Wait, what?” lan blinked, stunned. “A regular college girl?”
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Sean didn’t seem fazed. He gave Jordan a glance and asked casually, “Your family’s okay with that?
Jordan exhaled a smoke ring. “We’re just dating. It’s not like I’m marrying hier. What’s there to be ‘okay‘ with?”
Jan clicked his tongue and shook his head. “You’re really out here dating a college girl? You’re not worried it’ll get messy later?”
Jordan gave a careless shrug and laughed, looking completely unfazed. “What’s so hard about ending it? Buy her a couple of designer bags, transfer some money- if I don’t want to see her, it’s not like she can force it.”
lan rubbed his chin, nodding. “Fair point.”
In their world, unless they chose to let someone in, most ordinary people would never even get close to them.
Sean drew a card, his gaze flicking briefly to Jordan. His tone was neutral but edged. “You don’t think playing with someone’s feelings like that might come back to bite you?”
Jordan gave a lazy smile. “Come on, , it’s not playing. We both get what we want.”
Sean said calmly, “Just make sure you know what you’re doing. Don’t end up falling for her and not knowing how to walk away.”
lan’s eyes lit up with curiosity, nosy as ever. “So what does she look like? Bring her out next time. Let us see for ourselves.”
