Chapter 590: Chapter 590



“Get lost.” Bobby shot a quick glance at Fannie.

After all, she was the heiress of the Cooper family; some jokes were off-limits.

The woman was perceptive, and seeing Fannie’s demeanor, she realized there was no real threat here. She’d been around Bobby long enough to know his taste.

“Mr. Kelly, don’t forget to come find me later.”

“Yeah, just go wait over there,” Bobby replied dismissively.

The woman’s entrance had unsettled Fannie, and though she tried to keep her expression neutral, a shadow of hurt flickered across her face.

Once the woman had left, Fannie’s calm facade broke.

“You should go; she’s waiting for you. I’ll have the paint sent to your room later.”

galησνeℓs.cøm is your update source Bobby had no intention of going anywhere tonight.

After last night’s party, he was in no mood for more company.

“What’s with the long face? You’re not my fiancée.” Bobby leaned back, crossing his legs as he tapped through a game on his phone.

Fannie took a deep breath, her anger flaring.

“I know I have no right to interfere with your personal life, but I can’t stand the way you act like a player, sleeping with any woman who catches your eye.”

Bobby chuckled, closing his phone and meeting her gaze with an amused but challenging look.

“Oh, so now you’re standing on a moral high ground to judge me? Did I hurt anyone? Burn down a building? You’re neither my wife nor my girlfriend, so what I do is none of your business. Besides, are you really that much better? Need I list all the men in this room before I came?”

Fannie defended herself.

“This is the only time!”

Bobby raised a hand, cutting her off mid-sentence.

“You don’t need to explain yourself to me. I’m not planning on marrying you, anyway. Honestly, I don’t care whether you like me or not. I have the paint, we’re done.”

Fannie’s jaw tightened as she forced a smile, fighting back a wave of bitterness.

“Fine by me. I wish I’d never met you.” She stood up and stepped away to make the call.

Her bag lay forgotten on the table, a small, well-worn teddy bear charm hanging from the zipper. Though the bear was old, patched up too many times to count, it was clean.

There was something familiar about it, but before Bobby could place it, Fannie returned.

“My friend is here.”

Fannie hadn’t expected Jett to show up in person.

The paint was waiting in the trunk of his car.

Jett gestured towards the trunk.

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