Why Are You So Angry
Eliana quickly looked away embarrassedly, unable to meet these gigolos’ gazes.She quickly pushed
Nana aside and pressed her fingers against her temple.
"Okay, fine.I’ll stay."
Nana cheered and gestured at the men to come in.
The private room suddenly transformed into a private fashion show.
The tall, slender, and handsome gigolos filed in, one after another, which dazzled Nana.Her eyes
twinkled with excitement.
"Nana, did you order them to ‘liven up the atmosphere’ or help them build their team?" Eliana asked
sardonically.
"Tsk, why do you talk to me like I’m an idiot?" Nana shot her a warning glare.
"If I have the money, why not spend it?" Eliana found herself unable to retort.
"Fine." She sank into the sofa dejectedly.
Bang!
The last man who walked in slammed the door behind him.
Eliana was jolted by the loud noise.
When she looked in the direction of the sound, her eyes went as wide as saucers.
By the door, a man dressed all in black surveyed the room coldly.His ice-cold eyes landed on Eliana,
making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.
Preston?! Didn’t he work in the Imperial Golden Club? What the hell was he doing here? Was he here
drumming up business? Eliana was too shocked to speak.
The glass she was holding slipped through her fingers and shattered into countless pieces.
"Eliana! Are you okay?"
Nana, who was obsessing over the beautiful men, suddenly turned around when she heard the sound
of glass breaking.She found Eliana staring blankly at the man by the door.She smiled knowingly.
"So that’s your type?"
"No…"
Before Eliana could explain, Nana had already called Preston over to entertain Eliana.
The other gigolos eyed him jealously.
Maurice ignored their envious gazes and strode to Eliana.
The overhead light flickered and the light illuminated his delicate features, outlining his sculptural
face.He was devilishly handsome.
Even Nana couldn’t tear her eyes away from him.
She ran her finger down the man’s shoulder and murmured, "I didn’t think the Heyday Club would have
such a fine specimen…"
Maurice stepped back and said coldly, "Don’t touch me."
Instead of getting angry, Nana giggled.She raised on hand to cover her mouth and teased Eliana, "You
chose someone special.How could he treat a guest that way?"
Lowering her head, Eliana didn’t dare to look at Preston.
"I need some air."
She pushed Nana aside and was about to go outside.But Maurice blocked her way and handed her a
glass of wine.
The man’s face was as beautiful as a painting, but his words were as sharp as a blade.
"Don’t go.Since you requested me to come, won’t you let me serve you? I’m sure I can satisfy you—"
"Preston!" Eliana exploded in anger.
"What the hell do you want?"
Only then did Nana realize that something was wrong.
She quickly stepped in between them and asked in a low voice, "What’s going on? Are you… his
usual?"
But as far as she knew, Eliana wasn’t the type to frequent a gigolo.
Then, it clicked.
"Is he the gigolo from five years ago? Adrian and Aileen’s—"
"Nana! I’m sorry.I…I’ll explain everything later, okay? I don’t feel so good.I’ll go home now."
Eliana quickly cut Nana off and ran out of the private room.
She quickly made her way across the long corridor.
Deafening music rattled her eardrums, but her mind was already all over the place.
All she could think about was Preston’s behavior just now.
How could he patronize her without any trace of guilt? He was the one who had done something
wrong.
Eliana suddenly stopped in her tracks.
A thought had occurred to her.
Yes, she wasn’t the one in the wrong.
Why did she have to run away? What exactly was she afraid of? Eliana’s heart beat faster and faster.
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