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In a private room on the second floor of the Heyday Club, Wyatt was lounging on the sofa lazily.
When Maurice pushed the door open and walked in, Wyatt smiled and raised his glass.
"The busy man finally made it."
"Traffic jam," Maurice replied dryly.
He loosened his collar, shrugged off his coat, and sat next to the relaxed man.
Maurice was wearing just a black shirt, but he sat up straight and in a dignified manner, a stark contrast
to the man next to him, who had practically sank into the sofa.
Wyatt handed him a glass of wine.
"Why aren’t we meeting at the Imperial Golden Club?"
"I’m tired of that place."
Maurice took a sip of wine indifferently.
Wyatt nodded wisely.
"Out with the old and in with the new."
Maurice glanced at him subconsciously.
"Wait!"
It struck him.
Wyatt realized the truth.He looked at the man playfully, resting his chin on his hand.
"It’s because you’re depressed, now that Eliana’s giving you the cold shoulder."
"Humph,"
Maurice sneered coldly, not wanting to give Wyatt the satisfaction.
"Oh, forget it."
Wyatt raised his hands in mock surrender.
Then, he stood up, strode over to the window, and pushed it open.
In the blink of an eye, the deafening sound of music and shouts from the dance floor below filled the
private room.It was so noisy that it gave Maurice a headache.
Frowning, he called out Wyatt’s name, but the latter didn’t respond.
Maurice had no choice but to walk over and close the window himself.
"Wait, don’t.Why don’t you check out the other women and get your mind off of Eliana?"
Wyatt stopped him with one hand and gestured downstairs with the other.
"How about the one in the red dress?"
The window of the private room faced the club’s dance floor.
Men and women were dancing under the colorful, dazzling lights, drowned in deafening music. The
woman Wyatt was pointing at seemed to be a good dancer.
She twirled around to the music, her curly hair flying lithely.
Maurice frowned, feeling that she looked familiar.
Upon a closer look, he recognized her instantly.
She was… Nana, Jonathan’s lover! On the dance floor, Nana smiled flirtatiously and pulled Eliana
towards her.
Eliana grinned and followed her dance moves.Her waist swayed to the music, her black dress
blossoming like a flower.Her fair, slender legs peeped out from under the dress.
The graceful dance between the two women attracted many people’s attention, and even Maurice
found his heart was beating faster.
How on earth did Eliana know Nana? What was more, the two of them seemed quite close.
"Oh, my God!"
Wyatt’s eyes lit up when he recognized the woman in the black dress.He looked at Maurice teasingly
and said, "Isn’t that Eliana? She’s dressed more seductively than usual!"
Maurice’s expression darkened immediately.He unhappily watched Eliana twirl on the dance floor.
Not only did she ignore Preston’s calls, she also treated Maurice coldly when she technically worked
for him as an employee of the Moran Group.
Moreover, she had decided to go to a different club than usual tonight, and had even dressed herself
up to dance..
Well.
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