The Unfaithful Mr. Scott

Simon looked at him with a raised eyebrow, asking, “Judging by your current situation, I guess you won’t be attending the charity banquet?”

He tapped the table with his fingertips and gently reminded, “I heard that by then, the group of people from Burning Star Studio should all be gone, including Yvonne.”

Melanie adapted well to Oskon City. She rarely contacted Yvette, except for the initial housing issue.

Most of her time was spent working, and she usually bought groceries to cook at home. She led a

reclusive life.

She also kept up with financial news and occasionally saw news about LeapCo.

LeapCo had been facing challenges lately, and their share price had dropped significantly.

She did not delve into the details and turned to Jepton’s news section.

Yvonne happened to call. “I can’t stand it anymore! I don’t want to attend the charity banquet. It’s so boring!”

Melanie knew that the Lowry family had given Yvonne a final ultimatum – either marry someone or return to inherit the family business.

Yvonne was frustrated and bombarded her with dozens of messages every day.

“That fool, Simon, is going to that event, and that dumbass, Carlisle, is going too. Why is my life so

miserable?”

Yvonne’s voice sounded distressed. Melanie, squinting at the evening sky, comforted her, “It’s okay. It’s just a banquet. They won’t dare do anything to you.”

“I’m already in the parking lot,” Yvonne said, opening the car door. She looked up and saw Simon looking at her with a smirk.

Yvonne was startled, almost swearing. Simon looked at her. “Who are you talking to? Is it Melanie?”

Rolling her eyes, Yvonne said, “Every time you speak, it’s about Melanie. Are you secretly in love with

her?”

As she spoke, another person got out of the car beside them. It was Eugene in a dark suit, appearing solemn and cold. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Yvonne’s expression changed. “Eugene, what are you doing here?”

She subconsciously looked down at her phone and saw that the call was disconnected. She sighed in

relief.

When Melanie heard the name Eugene, she calmly ended the call.

She did not want to hear anything related to Eugene anymore,

In the parking lot, Yvonne had already walked away, Simon whistled, mocking, “Yvonne is the only woman I’ve seen with such a bad temper,”

He could not help but sigh, “I don’t know what my old man is thinking, insisting that I go on a blind date with her. Does he think I’m out of my mind?”

As he finished speaking, Yvonne, who had already walked far away, suddenly turned back. She looked at him expressionlessly. “Do you think I’m willing to date you? If my friends know that you’re my blind date, they’ll make fun of me for a lifetime!”

Simon’s expression instantly darkened, but Yvonne looked at Eugene beside him. “When are you free? Melanie…”

The moment Melanie’s name was mentioned, Eugene’s eyes brightened. He asked Yvonne, “What happened to her?”

“She’s fine!” Yvonne snapped. “She wants me to return the 1.5 million you lent her. Do you want to go to the bank with me, or can I transfer it to you?”

“Melanie had just finished organizing her things when she received a message from Yvonne. It was just one sentence: [He doesn’t want to take it.]

She furrowed her brows and was about to reply when Yvonne’s second message popped up: [He said you have to return it yourself.]