Chapter 22 Have A Drink
Emelie flinched as Troy grabbed her and spun her around to face him. His eyes sparkled with happiness.
Troy said, “I was wondering why the music from your end sounded so familiar. You lied to me!”
Emelle stayed silent.
Mona was
meeting some clients here and had texted Emelle that she was getting drunk. Mona then requested Emelie to come and get her.
Mona rarely asked Emelie for help, so Emelie rushed over instantly, worried something might’ve happened to Mona.
But Mona hadn’t informed Emelie of the room she was in, so Emelie remained unaware. She’d been waiting for Mona’s response when Troy gave her a call. Emelle hadn’t been in the mood to explain things to Troy, so she lied about there being guests at home. Who knew,
Emelie pursed her lips and said truthfully, “I’m waiting for a friend, Mr. Spencer.”
But because she’d lied about tending to relatives earlier, Troy no longer believed her. He insistently dragged her into the Westward Club. Emelie couldn’t wrestle away no matter what.
“Aw, we’re all friends here tonight. There are no outsiders. Why are you so shy? We’re not going to mess
with you. Will is here too!” Troy said.
Emelie remained silent. Troy really was inconsiderate.
No normal person would forcefully make her join a party where William was present. Though they didn’t take Emelie’s relationship with William seriously, they still knew they had something together and were
now separated.
Not to mention, William even brought Daphne along tonight.
Daphne sat obediently beside William in a white dress, a stark contrast to the depraved scene around her. It made her seem more dependent on William.
Daphne’s eyes met Emelie’s, and the former quickly held William’s hand tighter.
Emelle was ready to let go of William and Daphne, yet disentangling herself from their relationships proved difficult. She still had to go through the motions. That was why seeing Daphne sitting beside William right now reminded Emelie of her first time meeting William’s friends.
At that time, Emelie had been with William for three months and was incredibly in love with him. It was Troy who’d opened the door for them when William brought her to the club.
Troy had been taken aback for a moment before he yelled to all his other friends, “Guys, Will brought his
girlfriend over!”
Emelie had stopped in her tracks while William entered the room without waiting for her. Emelie remembered feeling incredibly happy, thinking William had made their relationship official by bringing him to meet his friends.
Chapter 22 Have A Drink
Yet after William entered the room and sat down, he responded to Troy, “She’s not my girlfriend.”
At the same time, William had patted the spot beside him. “Come sit.”
Emelle’s joy disappeared in an instant.
Troy had said “Oh” and, “Not your girlfriend? That’s no fun then.”
None of William’s other friends had turned to Emelie then. Emelie had felt embarrassed at the time.
William had denied that Emelie was his girlfriend yet behaved so intimately with her. It clearly conveyed that their relationship was purely transactional, with sex being the only currency involved. It made Emelle no different from the women who tended to the men in the room and filled their glasses with wine.
So now that William had brought Daphne over, Emelie was curious how William Introduced her to his friends. Of course, this curiosity quickly died down as Emelie was more concerned about Mona.
“I really am waiting for my friend, Mr. Spencer. I haven’t found her yet, so I’ll be off now,” Emelie said.
Troy was starting to look unhappy from being refused so many times. He didn’t usually meet people who didn’t feed his ego as he liked.
Troy took his wine glass. “Have a drink before you leave then. I’m sure that would be the least you could
do for my big day, right?”
His friends eyed William. When they saw how motionless he was, they ignored how Troy was pressuring Emelie and said with a smile, “One drink isn’t enough. All of us drank at least three shots to help Troy get
rid of his bad luck.”
They then poured three shots of alcohol, all different colors. “You must drink since you’re here. Everyone
here besides Daphne has already downed all their drinks.”
They said Daphne’s name so naturally. It became clear to Emelie that this wasn’t the first time Daphne had joined their gatherings. William must’ve introduced Daphne to his friends more than once while Emelie was away in Vinetown for two months.
Troy must’ve already gotten hyped up while partying. “Exactly! Only Daphne isn’t drinking because Will is keeping her from it. Will, don’t you think Ms. Hoven should drink these three shots?”
William lit a cigarette and took a drag. “Yes.”
