A Vengeful Ex-Wife novel Chapter 281

Caiden and Maria were about the same age. He smiled at her, his pearly whites greeting her brightly. "My coworker must have just introduced our courses to you already, right? We have group fitness classes, Pilates, personal training courses, as well as indoor and outdoor swimming pools. If you have nothing else to do, I can assure you there will be something here for you."

Maria nodded. "I'll most probably be here in the mornings. I'll let you know beforehand."

"Okay, sounds great!"

At this moment, a familiar voice called her. "Hey, Maria!"

Maria turned around and found it was Kent.

He was wearing white sportswear, sweating profusely. Next to him was a man about his age, also sweating. The two of them seemed to have just finished an intense workout.

"Hi Kent!" Maria returned his greeting with a charming smile. "Are you also a member of this club?" It was not surprising that Kent was a VIP member here before his family went bankrupt.

Kent nodded. "I got a VIP membership here a while back and it still hasn't expired. I headed here once I got off work this morning." Maria, what about you? I haven't seen you here before. Did you just join?"

"Yeah." Maria waved the shiny new card in front of him as proof. "Recently, everyone's been saying I gained some weight, so I'm here to lose a couple of pounds."

It was true she had gotten a little plump, but after all, she had just given birth. Back when she was in the US, she worked out almost every day. After she came back, she totally abandoned her workout routine.

Kent chuckled, looking her up and down. "Maria, you should beat the crap out of those people. You don't look fat at all, you look just right."

Maria shrugged. "All the same, I want to shed the extra fat. Are you guys leaving already?"

"Yeah, we're headed for the shower. Maybe we can come here together someday. Anyway, enjoy!"

"Okay, bye."

After parting with Kent, Maria changed into gym clothes and did an hour of entry level exercise under the guidance of the coach.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when she emerged from the gym, fresh from a shower. She was too tuckered out to cook that night, so she decided to eat at a restaurant on the way home.

Meanwhile, at the H City Grand Hotel, a group of drunken men exited.

With the business dinner meeting over, the attendees had let loose and had one too many drinks—James included. Summer hurriedly opened the door to the Harkim as her boss staggered towards the car, halfsupported by another assistant. Finally, the assistant was able to plop the CEO into the back seat.

In an instant, the entire interior of the car reeked of alcohol. Wrinkling her nose, Summer whispered to the assistant, "How much did he drink and why didn't you stop him?"

The newly promoted assistant was in a dilemma. Sighing helplessly, he answered, "It was hard to tell him what and what not to do."

"I see," Summer said, shaking her head. If she had been with them in the dinner just now, she wouldn't have let James drink so much. After all, it was part of her job to look out for him.

The driver started the engine and shot Summer a questioning glance, as if to say, "Where next?"

Sitting in the passenger seat, Summer turned around and asked, "Mr. Xi, shall I send you back to the manor or the company?"

But the man didn't seem to hear her. He closed his eyes and leaned against the backrest, as though he had passed out.

Summer repeated her question, but James still ignored her.

Distressed, she wanted to tear the hair out of her head. She had never encountered such a situation before.

James had drank a lot of her before, but it seemed no matter how many drinks he had downed, he had never gotten drunk. Or at the very least, he had been able to tell her where he wanted to go.

Summer and the driver exchanged worried glances. At a loss for what to do, she instructed him, "Please just drive. I'll figure out where to in a bit."

"Okay."

Ten minutes later, Summer turned around again. "Excuse me, Mr. Xi. Are you feeling better? Do you need some water?"

She was greeted with silence.

The man's eyes were closed. The phone in his pocket kept vibrating, but he didn't budge.

Summer had no clue as to how to deal with this.

The car drove on the road very slowly, like a sloth climbing a branch. At last, something occurred to her. She pulled out her cell phone. Hesitantly, she punched in some numbers, then finally made a call.

It was nearly half past ten in the evening. Maria, who was working in the study, closed the laptop and breathed a sigh of relief, ready to call it a day.

Suddenly, her phone started ringing. Glancing at the caller ID, she swiped to answer. "Hi, Summer!"

"Maria, are you home now?"

"Yes, I am. Why?"