Chapter 1211

Chapter 1211:

Evie’s hand tightened unconsciously, but she didn’t respond right away.

“What’s wrong? Do you think it’s not a good idea?” the man asked, sensing her hesitation.

“Some of my friends have tried this, and it works wonders.”

“Thank you for your suggestion, but I don’t like involving other men. This method isn’t for me.”

Evie stood up, gave the man a polite smile, and said, “Thank you, sir. I feel much better now. If you have time, can I buy you a cup of coffee?” She offered the invitation, ready to wrap up the conversation, but she noticed the man was staring at her intently.

Evie subconsciously took a step back, and the person stood up, saying,

“Miss, how do you feel about me?”

“What?”

“How do you feel about me being your boyfriend?” the man blurted out.

“I know you’re not fond of interacting with men, but I’m not a real man, so if that’s the issue, I can play the part.”

Evie looked at the “man” in front of her—about six feet tall, with black hair and a white hand rising to touch “his” temple. With a flick of “his” slender fingers, “his” long hair cascaded down, the motion graceful.

“Let me introduce myself. I’m Laurinda Tanico. Unemployed, and as you can see, I’m really into role-playing. You just called me ‘sir,’ which means you think I’m good at acting, right? If you’re willing, I’d be happy to help!”

Laurinda extended a friendly hand. Evie, still in shock, suddenly realized that the method Laurinda proposed seemed plausible. Evie hesitantly took Laurinda’s hand. An hour later, in the café, they began planning the details of their “fake couple” scheme.

Meanwhile, Waylon, looking downcast, returned home, headed straight for the bar, and opened a bottle of liquor, drinking it down. The alcohol quickly dulled the ache in his heart. Collapsing on the sofa, half of his body sprawled out, he passed out drunk, oblivious to the missed call from Madisyn.

In a black Maybach, Madisyn held her phone, confused.

“That’s weird. Why isn’t Waylon picking up? It’s only noon.”

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Today, Andrew and a few friends decided to have a gathering, and the task of calling Waylon had been assigned to Andrew. Since he was driving, Madisyn took over, but Waylon wasn’t answering.

“Maybe he’s busy.” Andrew glanced at Madisyn as the car stopped at a red light.

“Anyway, you’ve notified him. If he doesn’t show up, he’ll just have to wait until next time.”

Madisyn set her phone down as Andrew drove them to a private club. At the top floor of the club, Andrew’s friends saw it was just the two of them and asked, “Where is Waylon?”

“Can’t reach him,” Andrew replied flatly.

“Oh, that’s a shame. I just got something new.”

The man who spoke clapped his hands, and a black cloth slowly lifted in a hidden area of the top floor, revealing what lay beneath. Madisyn’s eyes instantly lit up. It was a top-of-the-line shooting game setup.

“This is the latest model I imported from overseas. I’ve already tested it out. You’ve got to try it!”

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