Melanie was taken aback. “Mistress?”
Everyone seemed to think Eugene and her had been in such a relationship.
However, it was not often for a wealthy man’s mistress to end up like her.
She sneered at herself with her head lowered.
Yvonne realized she had been too straightforward when Melanie did not respond to her question. She started feeling bad. She slapped her forehead and said, “Mel, ignore my question. I blurted it out before even thinking twice. I’m sorry.
Melanie did not respond.
Yvonne silently scrolled through her phone and stopped being curious.
When Xander’s car pulled over before them, she put away her phone and opened the door to the back seat to get in.
Melanie’s suitcases were in the back seat, and she was surprised to see that. She asked, Xander, are you moving?”
“They’re mine.” Melanie sat in the front passenger’s seat.
Yvonne rubbed her head and said, “Oh, yes. You’re moving.”
She recalled the night when she met Melanie at the hotel, where Melanie told her she had been chased out of her house.
Yvonne was sober now, and she did not blurt out anything more.
Xander took them back to the mansion. They saw Oliver and the others when they entered. A barbecue grill was placed on the lawn.
It was a small portable grill that seemed to be for camping. However, they were using it for barbecue.
Reny saw them and waved. “Boss, Melanie, come over quickly. We’re almost done barbecuing the meat.”
Xander whispered to Melanie, “You can go and take some rest in the room if you’re tired.”
Melanie did have a busy day.
“I’m fine. I have to try some of Oliver’s cooking.” Melanie shook her head and headed to the grill.
She had always liked the way Reny and the others got along.
Melanie felt it might be because she did not have many friends.
Reny and Yvonne had already started eating, and they stuffed some meat onto Melanie’s plate upon seeing her. “Mel, have some. It’s a little spicy.”
Melanie seldom ate barbecued meats. She hesitated before she took a bite.
The spicy flavors overwhelmed her palate, and she choked on her saliva, making her cough.
She still had a piece of steak on her fork as she covered her mouth, flustered.
Someone suddenly took away the fork and handed her a tissue.
Melanie did not see who it was and covered her mouth with the tissue. She coughed for some time before finally feeling better. She looked at the person who helped her and said, “Thanks.”
Xander had a glass of water in his hand that he handed to Melanie. “Are you feeling better now?”
“You can’t eat spicy food?”
The water was warm and eased the spiciness on her tongue. Melanie took a sip before saying hesitantly, “This is a little too spicy.”
She seemed to hesitate, and it made Xander laugh. “Oliver’s hometown is known for spicy. food.”
The barbecue was just a fun activity during supper. After finishing their meal, they started playing poker cards.
Melanie did not join them and headed to the room to sleep.
Only then did she notice a few missed calls and message notifications on her phone screen.
They were all from Dylan.
The content was no different. She was asking Melanie when she would give her money again. Melanie deleted those messages emotionlessly and put down the phone to rest.
However, Dylan seemed to have a telepathic sense and called her just then. Melanie exhaled and answered the call.
Dylan’s voice immediately came through. “Mel, why haven’t you been answering the phone? I was getting anxious!”
Melanie let out a sigh as she replied, “I’ve already told you I’ll give you the money. You don’t need to remind me every day.”
“Mel, listen to me.” Dylan, however, completely ignored her and continued urgently, “Can you give me the money quickly?
“I know you’re trying to provoke me by withholding the money, but I don’t care even if you keep blaming me. Peachie is innocent!
“Those damned people said if I don’t give them the money soon, they’ll sell Peachie!”
Dylan’s tone was desperate, but Melanie found it laughable. Pinching her brows, she said, “Did George tell you that if you don’t bring the money back, he’ll sell Peachie?”
Dylan’s crying abruptly stopped.
Melanie sneered, hung up the phone, and decisively turned it off.
At Butterfly Club, Simon was surrounded by a group of people making a commotion. Inside the private room were five or six young models and internet celebrities. It was a lively atmosphere.
However, Eugene was sitting alone in the corner, emitting an aura that warned strangers to stay away.
Simon drank with enthusiasm. He raised his glass toward Eugene from a distance and said, Eugene, we agreed not to return until we’re drunk today. Why are you sitting alone over there?
“Not in the mood,” Eugene replied almost blankly.
Simon clicked his tongue. He was about to say something when he heard someone nearby jokingly say, “Eugene probably feels uncomfortable right now. Melanie has moved in with Xander, after all.”
The person who said that had also consumed quite a bit of alcohol and had no filter over their words. They continued without reservation, “Isn’t it said that men are possessive?
“Even if they don’t want something, they’ll still feel annoyed if someone else picks it up. Eugene’s probably thinking that now. Melanie used to revolve around him, but suddenly, she’s all about Xander.”
The person went on to make some additional comments, but no one paid attention.
Someone asked, “How do you know?”