Itâs torture! Absolute torture!â
That night, at Honeion Bar.
Inside a luxurious VIP private room.
Some well-dressed business moguls, accompanied by their female partners, raised their glasses in a joyous toast.
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Sitting in the center, Nathan exuded a cold and dominant aura.
He silently drank, said no words, and didnât interact with anyone.
He even tried to maintain a distance from Valerie, who was seated right beside him.
Observing his demeanor, Valerie poured a glass of wine and proposed a toast.
âBoss, since weâre out for some fun, you should enjoy yourself.
Would you mind if I propose a toast?â
She assumed that as the representative of the project, Nathan would accept her toast for the sake of the companyâs reputation.
Surprisingly, Nathan merely cast her a cold glance and went on with his drink.
He didnât even try to come up with a polite rejection.
Valerieâs expression changed a bit.
She felt awkward and had to change the subject.
âSeems like youâre in the mood for some drinks tonight.
Did you have a fight with Miss Simmons?â
Nathan paused for a moment, holding his glass.
The lively atmosphere suddenly turned serious due to this question.
The other CEOs all directed their gaze towards Nathan.
Everyone knew that Nathan and Lucinda were deeply in love.
Many people present had even witnessed their affectionate display at the charity event.
Under everyoneâs watchful eyes, Nathan remained silent.
He raised his head and downed the contents of his glass.
His silence spoke volumes.
Indeed, this man, who seemed like a demon in the business world, was also just a mortal who would have disputes with his wife.
The party host answered Valerie on Nathanâs behalf, âOf course not.
Mr.
Payne and Miss Simmons share a profound love.
There couldnât possibly be any dispute between them.
I believe weâll be attending their wedding soon!â
Nathanâs brows furrowed, and his posture stiffened.
Something inside him stirred, causing annoyance to well up within.