Chapter 146

Chapter 146 Marc Keller left. After a while, she returned with a slender girl in a light purple dress. Her skin was fair; her long hair was thick and glossy, her makeup free face was full of collagen, delicate, and with chubby cheeks. Her features were refined, her eyes bright and clear, looking at Evan like a startled fawn... The four VIP’s looked enviously at her. The other women showed various expressions–indifference, hostility, or disdain.

I was thoughtful. I’d seen Evan looking outside; when had he noticed her? Did he like her? That shouldn’t be possible. Ignoring his potentially fluid sexuality, he should have seen through this obvious trap.

“Xiaonan, this is CEO Jones,” Yuan Xinjiang said.

Xiaonan, clutching her hands, lowered her head, mumbling,“Nice to meet you, CEO Jones. My name is Nan Muyi.” Her introduction was awkward. But from a pure and innocent girl, it only made her cuter.

Evan smiled slightly. “Xiaonan, find a seat,” Yuan Xinjiang said calmly.

“...Okay,” Xiaonan said nervously, glancing around. Seeing the VIPs, her nervousness turned to terror; her hands clenched, her breathing quickened. She looked like she was about to cry. The VIPs started teasing her.“Xiaonan, sit by me. You avoided me last night; I’m hurt.““Don’t listen to him. He wasn’t hurt; he had fun. I’m the one who’s sad; I missed you and couldn’t sleep.““You’re all bad. Xiaonan, sit by Uncle Zhang. I’ll protect you.” They tried to pull her; she hid behind Keller, looking to Evan for help, seeing him as the only kind person.

Me...So last night wasn’t just a party; they’d rehearsed this. The characters, the plot... But why did they choose seats near the men? Were there nails on the other seats? And why did she assume Evan was the good guy? Because he’s handsome... Ah, right; the helpless rabbit seeks help from the handsomest guy in the room. Her gaze was determined.“Don’t scare Xiaonan,”

Keller said, whispering to Xiaonan, “Find a seat, or...” she trailed off, gesturing for her to save herself.

Xiaonan, fighting back tears, rushed to Evan.“Can I sit here?” Evan was on a single sofa; she looked at him helplessly.“You can...” Evan said slowly, pausing, then adding kindly, “squat.”

This was a familiar setup. The “pure” girl, the leering men, the seemingly innocent request... It was all so predictable. And yet, it was still effective. I watched, curious to see how Evan would react. He was a master of strategy; what would his countermove be? This game was far from over.