Faux Vows, True Desires

Chapter 297

"Why the hell are you so rude?"

Owen's bodyguard barked angrily, only to be halted by Owen himself.

Owen said calmly, "I'm inviting you three ladies for a drink, and I'll join you for a few. But it might not be lively enough with just me. You can go ahead and book a room. I'll call some friends over to make it more fun for you guys."

"You guys go with them to book the room. I need to make a phone call."

Owen instructed his bodyguards to accompany them, and then he took off.

Lucinda and the other two girls were taken aback.

Cecilia felt like she might have stirred up some trouble.

She thought that if she teased Owen a bit, he would drop any suspicions, ignore her or scold her, and then leave.

But it was out of her imagination that Owen would actually accept their invitation and join them for a few drinks.

He even said that he would bring over more people to make things livelier.

"What do we do now?" Cecilia whispered to her friends.

"I have a bad feeling about this."

Lucinda whispered back, "Me too."

"Ladies, this way please."

Owen's bodyguards surrounded the three of them, preventing them from leaving, and gestured for them to follow.

Looking at the tall and formidable bodyguards, Cecilia thought Owen was really overdoing it, bringing so many bodyguards just to meet a client.

Tiffany was the calmest. She nonchalantly instructed the Martinez family's bodyguards, "Room eight."

Upon hearing the room number from Tiffany, Owen's bodyguards immediately led them straight to that room.

Cecilia and Lucinda exchanged glances.

Since they were already there, they had to go through with it.

As long as they didn't remove their makeup, even if Owen had doubts, he wouldn't be able to confirm their identities.

With that comforting thought, they felt a bit better and followed Tiffany, even cracking a few jokes along the way.

After leaving the club, Owen called Stefan.

As soon as Stefan answered, he asked without preamble, "Mr. Coleman, is your wife at home?"

"What does my wife's whereabouts have to do with you?"

"It doesn't concern me, but if she's been a bad influence on Cecilia, then it absolutely does."

Stefan frowned, "Owen, if you have something to say, just spit it out. Don't beat around the bush."

"I'm at the Neon Nectar Nightclub."

"Seems like your clients all like to spend their money in such places,"

Stefan shot back at him sarcastically. Then he asked, "Owen, did you see Lucy at the Neon Nectar Nightclub?"

Only the barista and Basil were left in the coffee shop.

Cecilia and Lucy were nowhere to be seen.

He called, but it was the barista who answered. She told him that a friend had come to see Lucy and she had left with her. They had left in such a hurry that they even forgot their phones.

Stefan also called Cecilia's phone, again it was the barista who answered.

He knew that something was off.

They had deliberately left their phones behind in the coffee shop so he wouldn't be able to reach them.

After getting a call from Zoey, his suspicions were confirmed. But even Tiffany's phone was off, leaving Stefan clueless about his wife's whereabouts.

And when Stefan received Owen's call, everything clicked into place.

"I can't be sure if she's Lucinda. She didn't speak, so I couldn't recognize her voice. Her features don't resemble Lucinda's either, even though I hate to admit it, Lucinda is a beauty. But her figure is very similar to Lucinda's. I can't be sure, so I wanted you to come and confirm."

"Are there two other girls with her, one of them resembling Cecilia?"

Stefan's face turned grim. He never thought Lucinda would dare to go to the Neon Nectar Nightclub.

"Yes, one of the girls resembles Cecilia. She sounds like her, and her height and figure are similar too. If her features weren't so different, I would've easily figured out that she was Cecilia."

Stefan's voice was low, "No need to doubt, it's them. The other girl must be Tiffany. Owen, you have to keep an eye on them. I'm on my way."

"Tiffany?"

Owen furrowed his brow as he curiously asked, "You mean Liam's girlfriend?"

"Who else could it be?"

"Tiffany! Tiffany! The one who can change her face with makeup so much that even her own mother wouldn't recognize her! Cecilia!"

Regardless of Stefan's mood on the other side of the phone, Owen immediately hung up and stormed back into the club.

He knew it, that voice was too familiar.

Too much like Cecilia.

Her figure also was strikingly similar to Cecilia.

If she hadn't spoken up, he wouldn’t even notice them.

This little girl, thinking he wouldn't recognize her with makeup on, dared to come to a place like this and even dared to flirt with him to his face!

How could Owen not know about the situation at the Neon Nectar Nightclub?

It was precisely because he knew too well that he was so angry.

Was he inferior to the staff there?

When Owen walked into room 8, the scene he saw was both amusing and perplexing.

The unfamiliar person had to be Tiffany, right? She was actually selling skincare products for men to his bodyguards. His usually silent and loyal bodyguards were all digging into their pockets to buy those skincare products from her.

Owen was puzzled by that scene.

Food and drinks were already served.

Lucinda and Cecilia were eating, but not drinking, probably out of fear of getting drunk and causing more trouble.

Cecilia was especially reluctant to drink. Despite her high tolerance, her behavior when drunk was out of her control. When she was drunk, she might get handsy with any handsome guy at that place.

She'd only been drunk once in her life, during her sophomore year in college. According to Lucinda, if it weren't for her and another classmate holding her back, she would've stripped another classmate naked.

It was an incredibly embarrassing moment.

After that incident, she never dared to get drunk again. Even when she did drink, she made sure to keep it to a moderate level.

Knowing that her recklessness had drawn Owen's suspicions, Cecilia was filled with regret.

Seeing Owen leave and then come back, she didn't dare to open her mouth again. But Owen went straight to her and sat next to her.

Soon, an empty glass was passed to her.

Owen looked at her, a smirk at the corner of his mouth, showing his signature smile, then said, "Babe, didn't you say you were going to buy me a drink? Pour me a glass, let's have a toast, what do you say?"

Cecilia thought to herself, “Go ahead, dream on!”

Owen then continued, “It was you who said you wanted me to join you for a drink, what, getting cold feet now?”

Cecilia retorted, “I was just saying, is that not allowed?”

Owen chuckled.

Cecilia wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

At that point she deeply understood the meaning of 'out of the mouth comes evil'.

Why did she have to open her mouth! Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Lucinda looked at her sympathetically: You made your bed, now lie in it.