CRASH—
Zoe Morgan jumped in fright again.
Yvonne Morgan roared in disgust, "Get lost! Stop bothering me!"
"Yvonne..." Zoe Morgan’s voice trembled. She slowly slumped to the floor, her heart aching with a bitter pain. "Genevieve, what should I do..."
Yvonne Morgan tilted her head back and downed another glass of wine, her mood sullen and agitated.
Right now, all she wanted was to get blackout drunk and not think about anything.
Meanwhile, in the Western restaurant, soft light cascaded from the crystal chandelier on the vaulted ceiling, and the gentle strains of a violin concerto echoed softly.
Renee Jennings picked up her wine glass and chuckled. "Faye, you seem a little distracted."
Faye Wyatt clinked glasses with her and drained her wine before saying with a smile, "Zoe Morgan just sent me a WeChat message."
Hearing this, Renee and the other two exchanged a look. A flicker of curiosity appeared on their faces, but they were tactful enough not to press for details.
After the waiter had refilled their glasses and stepped away, Faye Wyatt gave a scornful laugh. "She said she’s in a bad mood and asked if I was free."
Renee raised an eyebrow. "She thinks you don’t know what’s going on and wants to vent to you."
"Exactly." Faye Wyatt drank some more wine, her eyes turning red. "At the Morgan’s place today, did she confess and apologize to Mrs. Morgan?"
"No." Renee shook her head.
Michelle Fuller said with disgust, "Not only did she not confess, she wanted to keep hiding it."
Sylvia Brooks also spoke up: "She doesn’t even think she did anything wrong."
"That’s ridiculous." A glint of tears welled up in Faye Wyatt’s eyes. "And terrifying."
Zoe Morgan had been a friend she considered as important as family.
Renee pressed her lips together, unsure of how to comfort her.
Sylvia Brooks wasn’t good at comforting people either.
Michelle Fuller felt the awkwardness in the air. After a moment’s hesitation, she said bluntly, "Don’t worry, Faye. So you’re short one Zoe Morgan, but you’ve gained three new sweeties!"
Hearing this, Faye Wyatt lowered her head and quickly wiped the moisture from the corner of her eye with her fingertip. Her gaze swept over the three of them, and a smile slowly formed on her lips. She nodded and said, "I’m very lucky to have met you all."
Michelle Fuller grinned. "In that case, I’ll take you guys to hire some male models later. We can have some fun and unwind."
"Male models?" Faye Wyatt raised an eyebrow. "Have you done that before?"
Michelle Fuller’s face flushed. "Well, no."
"How come you three aren’t dating anyone?" Faye Wyatt tried to distract herself by gossiping.
Renee said coolly, "Dating is boring."
Michelle: "Agreed."
Sylvia Brooks said calmly, "My ex-boyfriend almost killed me. Renee saved my life."
Faye Wyatt froze for a second, then her eyes widened slightly. Her voice was filled with astonishment. "Something like that really happened?"
"Yes." Sylvia Brooks nodded and recounted the events of that night.