Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife - Chapter 398

Chapter 398:

After a while, his breaths deepened, and when he released her lips, his grip around her waist tightened, lifting her slightly.

Then, Bryan carried Eileen effortlessly upstairs, leaving her slippers scattered on the floor.

The night deepened, and the entire city fell into silence.

At the suburban club, as the nightlife began to stir, Dalores, who had just arrived for her shift, was tasked with serving VIP guests in the private room on the top floor.

In a crowd engrossed in the night’s festivities, her presence stood out.

Despite wearing no makeup and styling her hair into a simple ponytail, Dalores distinctly caught the eye.

She entered the room, head down, tray in hand. “Good evening, gentlemen. Here are your beers. If you need anything else, please let me know.”

Her gaze met several men lounging on the sofa, all clad in suits. Their legs were crossed, showcasing glossy leather shoes that spoke of their value.

Before she could set down the beers, a slightly chubby hand reached out and grabbed her wrist.

“When did we get such a fresh-faced girl here?” remarked a man in his thirties, looking somewhat bloated from lack of exercise.

While not unattractive, his suggestive demeanor was quite repulsive.

“Sorry, sir, I’m just here to deliver the beers,” Dalores said, withdrawing her hand, quickly placing the last bottle from the tray, and standing ready to leave.

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However, the man quickly rose and blocked her path, reeking of alcohol, clearly having consumed quite a bit.

Dalores, wanting to avoid any trouble, turned to his companions for assistance. “Gentlemen, your friend seems a bit intoxicated…”

Her appeal was cut short by the intense stare Julio was directing at her.

“Julio?” Dalores was surprised to encounter him here.

She wondered if Julio might think she had orchestrated their meeting.

Julio was known to detest these coincidental encounters, as it made it appear that she had manipulated the situation behind the scenes.

“Mr. Freguson, do you know her?” The man behind Dalores quickly withdrew his hand and sat down, looking to Julio for cues. “She knows your name.”

It was clear he was probing the nature of Dalores’ relationship with Julio.

Today, he was Julio’s guest, here to discuss a collaboration. The difference in profit margins was in the tens of millions.

Julio shifted his attention away from Dalores and smiled, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and offering it to the man.

“Shall we sign the contract with the percentage you suggested?”

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