Two groups of people stood still as if in a scene from a TV drama.
Of course, Mollie’s shocked expression wasn’t just because she saw Bridger, but because Bridger was holding a woman in his arms.
The rumored new flame.
Someone behind Bridger saw Mollie and, eager to curry favor, blurted out without realizing the situation, “Miss Ross…”
The frozen air began to circulate, the tension grew, and Mollie’s impeccable smile reappeared on her face as if she hadn’t been the one surprised just moments ago.
She walked over, ready to unleash a torrent of venomous accusations, but before she could get close, the woman leaning against the expressionless man’s chest suddenly spoke with a mocking tone, “Oh, Miss Ross, are you wearing that because you went bankrupt?”
Mollie’s sharp steps halted instantly. Her first reaction wasn’t to look at the woman or examine her own outfit but to stare directly at the man.
If there had been any surprise or comfort in Bridger’s eyes earlier, now there was only indifference, as if… she had embarrassed him.
She only felt hurt for a moment, and her pride made her raise her head again and nod at Bridger, “What a coincidence. I heard your company is promoting a new talent, a beauty. Could it be her? She’s quite familiar.”
“But dealing with scandals might be tough since she used to work as an escort.”
“You!”
She had indeed worked at Club Paradise under Mollie’s management. Back then, everyone envied her for being favored by Bridger for so many years.
But times had changed.
Bridger, ever the worldly man, glanced at the woman beside him without elegance and said coldly, “Go back and pack up. I’ll be back soon.”
He still didn’t let go of her, intending to announce to the world that Mollie was truly his past relationship.
Instinct told Callie it was best to take Mollie away now, but before she could step forward, Mollie stared at Bridger for a long time and then slapped him hard.
The man’s face turned slightly to the side, everyone gasped, and the woman beside him covered her mouth in disbelief.
Callie was also shocked.
Bridger wasn’t one to show pity. He grabbed her hand, eyes bloodshot, “What’s your problem?”
Mollie didn’t move, “Are you disgusting me? Being with such a person.”
Bridger’s grip loosened slightly. After a moment, his tone softened with compromise, “I haven’t done what you think with her. You don’t believe me; I haven’t blamed you. Why are you so anxious?”
What angered him was that in that brief moment of eye contact, she almost believed he had done those things.
The ignored woman’s face turned pale.
Albert withdrew his gaze, “It seems Miss Ross won’t be free for a while. Do you really not need me to take you back?”
Callie accepted the fact that she had been abandoned, “No need.”
She took a cab back. On the way, she glanced in the rear view mirror and noticed a car following her from a distance. This car had been trailing her since she left the restaurant.
Was it following her?
Callie instinctively reached into her bag for her phone while telling the driver to speed up.
But the car behind didn’t stop; it sped up too, almost overtaking her. As the two cars drew level, the other car’s window rolled down.