“Tilda said she wasn’t interested in you.”
It had been a while since Johnny hung up the phone, but those few words still echoed in Johnny’s mind.
He absentmindedly picked up a cigarette from the pack, lit it, took a deep drag, and blew the smoke out of his nostrils, watching it dissipate into the air.
Yeah.
Tilda had no intention of continuing their relationship.
She had made it clear, and he was the only one pestering her!
“Damn it,” Johnny muttered under his breath, grabbing his car keys and dialing a friend’s number. “Any plans tonight?”
“Mr. Chow, you’re back? Of course, there’s a plan! We’ve got some new girls these past few days-some with killer bodies, some with innocent faces. Take your pick.”
“Alright,” Johnny said, taking one last drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out. “I’m on my way.”
“Perfect! We’ll throw you a welcome party! I’ll make sure all the girls are there!”
Johnny chuckled, his handsome face regaining its usual roguish charm.
Women? Who cared?
Once the lights were off, it didn’t matter who it was. Did it have to be Tilda? Even if she came crawling back, he wouldn’t want her!
He left his place and had just gotten into his car when his phone buzzed with a text.
It was from the head of Prosperity Holdings.
“Mr. Chow, here’s Tilda’s home address and her personal information. I’ve sent it all to you.”
Johnny glanced at the message but didn’t bother opening it. He tossed his phone onto the passenger seat, stepped on the gas, and sped off.
Shady Night was a place where day and night blurred together.
Johnny was a regular here, a familiar face to both the owner and the bartenders.
“Well, well, Mr. Chow! You got here fast,” said Kelvin Robertsons, one of Johnny’s old drinking buddies. Kelvin came from a well-off family, owning a shopping mall in Northville City, making him a minor rich kid.
When he saw Johnny arrive, Kelvin even stood up to greet him.
Johnny smirked lazily, ordered a drink from the bartender, and settled into a booth.
“What happened to your head? Did some woman scratch you up?” Kelvin pointed at the bandage on Johnny’s forehead, teasing him.
“Don’t bring that up. Come on, let’s drink,” Johnny said, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek. His eyes scanned the dance floor, where men and women were moving to the music. “Lots of new faces since I’ve been gone.”
“Just wait, I’ll have them come over and meet you!”
Kelvin raised an eyebrow, got up, and walked over to the crowd. Whatever he said must have worked, because he returned with five or six stunning women in tow, each with a killer figure and curves in all the right places.
“Say hello to Mr. Chow!”
“Hello, Mr. Chow!” The women’s eyes lit up when they saw Johnny. It wasn’t every day they saw someone so handsome and clearly wealthy in the bar.
Johnny glanced at the drinks on the table, leaned back on the couch, and flashed a careless smile. “Whoever drinks the most tonight gets to leave with me.”
Kelvin immediately cheered up. “What are you waiting for? Didn’t you hear Mr. Chow? Start drinking!”
The women giggled and crowded around the table, each vying for Johnny’s attention, afraid they might miss their chance.
In the past, Johnny had loved watching them compete like this, each trying to outdo the others with their charm. Some pretended to be innocent, claiming they couldn’t drink, only to end up pressing themselves against him, showing off their assets.
“So, what do you think?” Kelvin clapped Johnny on the shoulder. “Not bad, right? Take your pick-I’ve already booked a room for you.”
With that, he slipped a key card into Johnny’s shirt pocket.
“Damn it,” Johnny laughed, lighting a cigarette. “You’re always so thoughtful!”
“Of course! That’s what bros are for! So, who catches your eye?”
Johnny scanned the group and finally pointed to a girl in a white dress sitting at the edge of the couch. “Her.”