This hotel is one of the properties under the name of Night Group.
Sherry parked the car and dilly-dallied, not wanting to get out, but then Ryan said, “Get out or get out.”
Sherry sighed helplessly and could only push open the car door and follow.
Just as she walked up the steps, she saw Nola standing there with someone whose back was engraved in Sherry’s bones, loved and forgotten once.
Ryan didn’t know them well and didn’t even say hello as he walked past.
Sherry’s brow locked a few times and she quickened her pace.
“Stand still.” Aaron caught a glimpse of her and stepped right past Nola and in front of Sherry, “Having a good time in the Garcia Family’s company?”
“Yes, please Mr. Swift move over, my boss is already in the lift.”
Sherry didn’t flinch in the slightest, her eyes were a calm determination he’d never seen before, she was so angular with anyone, and the adoring thoughts she used to have for him had long since disappeared without a trace.
It was at this moment that Aaron realized that he had no business keeping her or forcing her to do anything at all.
“Is it true that you’ll do anything … if you can get paid.”
He pressed his question with fire, and without hearing the end of it, she stepped around him and quickly into the lift.
Sherry kept her head down and leaned quietly to the side, not anxious and shy because Aaron’s attitude towards her had changed, but because that’s where Nola had just stood, the man who had nearly killed her that night!
It’s amazing how you can act like nothing has happened.
Sherry hated herself for not doing it hard enough and giving Nola a break.
But what could she do to get hold of the evidence to hold Nola?
She was so preoccupied with this that she didn’t notice another person standing on Ryan’s other side.
Overhead, there was Ryan’s snide query, “The one standing with Nola just now, that’s Mr. Swift from the Night Group, right?”
Sherry frowned and was about to answer when she felt a harsh look fall on her.
As soon as she looked up, that feeling disappeared.
Reflected in the eye is Edward’s cold, icy side.
What he had said before had exploded in Sherry’s mind, he had told her to forget, but that kind of thing was not something that could be easily forgotten. But the way he was reacting now, it was as if that hadn’t happened at all and he didn’t know her as a person.
For a moment, Sherry froze for two seconds.
“I asked you a question!” Ryan, unhappy with Sherry’s attitude, raised his voice a few notches.
“Yes, Mr. Swift of the Night Group,” Sherry repeated as she withdrew her gaze, not intending to continue the introduction.
“He backed out of Nola’s marriage because of you?” Ryan had a rare rise in gossip.
“No.”
Sherry was so repulsed by the subject that she walked out as soon as the lift doors opened.
“Heh, it’s part of our company’s tradition to be concerned about the personal lives of our employees.” Ryan took a few quick steps and kept after Sherry asking, “So what is your relationship with Aaron now?”
Edward glanced over at the end of his eyes and his steps then slowed down; he was in no way eavesdropping.
The long corridor, puffed with a luxurious red carpet, lined with light that made the delicate, pretty face even more attractive, Sherry took a deep breath, “Ryan, that’s my personal business and I don’t need to report it to you.”
“You …”
Ryan was about to roar.
The lift doors opened and Aaron and Nola stepped out one after the other.
Sherry saw it, withdrew her eyes and walked straight into the bathroom.
As Nola had said when she had provoked her, she was the daughter of the Garcia Family, and whatever she had done, she had someone to back her up, and for the sake of the Garcia Family’s reputation, they would not punish her at all.
Sherry pounced hard on the cold water twice.
Try to keep yourself awake.
She had only just gone out when she was pulled into some dark elegant room.
“Let go!”
“Shh.” The other man’s movements were forceful but not brutal, and after he shushed this, his grip loosened a little and the not-so-familiar tone of his voice was in his ear, “There’s a show to be had.”
Edward?
The man felt her guard drop after she recognized him, and inexplicably, he seemed to be in a better mood, raising his eyebrows slightly upwards.
He wants to know someone’s whereabouts, it’s just a matter of a few words.
He also had a purpose for tonight’s farewell dinner to be held at this restaurant.
Sherry listened to the commotion outside on her breath, not noticing how close she was to him.
“Aaron, listen to me, I really don’t know how Sherry got here today, I just want to help you and give Night Group some more access to the Seattle Garcia Group, it’s the last thing I can do for you.”
Hopefully, Aaron was still invited by Nola for this game tonight.
Sherry’s brow knitted tighter as she thought of the suspicious smirk that swept under Ryan’s eyes when he tossed her the car keys.
“Concentrate.”
Overhead was the man’s seductive voice, so low, yet tickling to the ears.
Sherry’s heart, inexplicably, missed a half beat.
It was then that she realized, almost as if she was leaning into his arms, that she braced her hands and subconsciously tried to hide.
It was only Aaron’s response that came from outside the door.
Her movements stopped with it.
For no other reason than that it seemed so ridiculously pathetic to hear her name from him again after so many days.
“So tell me, why is Sherry here?” Aaron seemed to be getting angry and warned Nola with a low growl, “Leave her alone.”
Nola was aggravated, “I really don’t know how Ryan could have brought her here, maybe, the two of them have an extraordinary relationship?”
With these words, she attempts to get Aaron to give up the idea of getting Sherry back.
“They’ve been seeing each other privately a lot since Sherry came into his company and it’s not unusual for them to have feelings when they’re both around the same age …”
Over there, Nola is still talking.
Sherry’s wrist was grabbed and a deep, cold question was in her ear, “Yes?”
“What?” Sherry didn’t react for a moment, jerking her head up just as he leaned over, his nostrils all tangled together.
Her pupils snapped open and the beating of her heart almost exploded.
Edward’s brow was deep and penetratingly smiling as he ran his hand along her arm, gradually moving down.
He chuckled lowly, his voice coming from his ear, his breath making Sherry’s ears flush.
“I’m asking you, is it a good relationship with Ryan?”
“Of course not.”
Sherry subconsciously retorted, “Don’t you also know that I almost got fired from him.”
He was the one who helped and provoked Ryan so that she could keep her job.
She rushed to defend herself, but at the end of her sentence she saw him smile faintly and let go of her hand as if she had won.
“Thanks to your lack of conscience, you still remember that I helped you.”
That, how ambiguous.
Sherry’s cheeks boomed.
A wall away, over there Nola pulls on Aaron’s sleeve, while she, literally, feels her heart beating for another man at the moment.