Chapter 522: Chapter 522



Shawn finally managed to smile. “Sure.”

After enjoying a film that evening, they felt reluctant to conclude the night, prompting them to venture to a bar instead.

Katherine had chosen a nightclub that Bobby frequently visited, intending to alleviate the palpable tension between him and Shawn.

As soon as they stepped inside, they spotted Bobby dancing at the center of the floor, effortlessly commanding the spotlight. He was dressed in his characteristic flamboyance, dancing intimately with provocatively dressed women. The screen flashed, “Congratulations to Bobby Kelly for exceeding a million dollars in expenditures at our club.” Katherine dispatched a waiter to summon him over.

Bobby paused, squinting in the subdued light as he tried to discern Katherine’s presence.

“Kathy! Come join us!”

In the next moment, Bobby locked eyes with Shawn’s frosty stare and instantly composed himself, like a child caught by his own father.

Shawn and Katherine each ordered a drink and settled at the bar counter. Bobby, with the upper buttons of his shirt unfastened, sauntered over.

“Why don’t you both opt for a private room? Isn’t it rather noisy here?”

Katherine let out a derisive snort and replied, “If we chose a private room, we couldn’t fully appreciate your dance.”

“Come on, don’t mock me.” Bobby turned to Shawn with a flattering smile. “Shawn, are you here to indulge in a drink?”

Shawn maintained an impassive expression and retorted, “Or am I here merely to sleep?”

“Don’t be so hostile.”

That evening, Bobby audaciously draped an arm around Shawn’s shoulders.

“I’ve been extolling your virtues to Katherine. Although I’ve known her for a longer duration, I firmly align myself with you. You and Katherine are a perfect match!”

Katherine interjected, “Bobby, you seem to fear Shawn, yet not me? Should I call your dad? He ought to investigate what his engaged son is up to in this establishment every day, right?”

“No, no, no!” Bobby exclaimed, clearly exasperated. “Let’s seek out a private room for a more candid conversation!”

As Bobby enjoyed the gatherings, he made a few calls and invited his friends over. Katherine and Shawn settled side by side, and everyone instinctively assumed they were a couple. This worked in their favor, as it spared them from any inappropriate jests that might have been directed at them.

The group spent the night playing card games, drinking, and tossing dice, losing track of time until it was well beyond midnight.

Meanwhile, at the airport, Mila was desperately pleading with Fred.

“Fred, I don’t want to go overseas.”

Fred remained firm in his decision.

“You almost got Shawn killed. I can’t handle you anymore. Go abroad and do whatever you want over there.”

Mila turned to Gracie, hoping for help.

“Gracie, please help me!”

“Mila, you’ve truly crossed a line this time. Inflicting harm is no joke. You owe Fred a sincere apology.”

“I did nothing wrong! They instigated me first!” Mila retorted, still clinging to the belief that, even after Stephen’s passing, her family would continue to indulge her. She was the pampered princess, unwilling to back down.

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