"Alright, hurry up. I can only cover for you till here." Freya waved impatiently and strutted towards the parking lot in her high heels.
Looking at her delicate back, Monique's face suddenly flashed in my mind-the person who could always see right through me, no explanation needed.
"Du —" The car horn sounded just beside me, pulling me back to reality.
I turned around and saw Hendrix rolling down the window, looking at me coldly.
I hurriedly walked over and sat into the passenger seat.
I thought Hendrix had something to say, but he only turned his head to the other side after he closed the door.
I leaned towards him and asked, "Jealous?"
Hendrix suddenly sat up straight and stared ahead. He replied calmly, "No."
Of course, I didn't buy it. I pretended to explain casually, "I was here to celebrate with Freya, but we bumped into Santiago and the others. It's Freya's first day being the boss, so we couldn't refuse the guests by driving them away. We could only join tables."
As for what happened later, Hendrix was smart enough to understand it without a need for any further explanation.
Alwin liked causing trouble. He couldn't afford to pull on Hannah and Santiago's leg, so I became his target. But Hendrix came in time to obliterate his plan.
Hendrix's expression remained unchanged, "That's enough. Get off. I should go."
As he spoke, he reached out to start the engine.
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