It was pretty late now. Even if there were guests at home, he didn't have to rush back.
And Russel had always lived on his own; he only went home on weekends.
I knew that something must've happened. He didn't tell me, but I could tell.
"Alright. It's pouring outside, so be careful driving." I glanced at the half-made bed, answering casually, "Well, saves me the trouble of making the bed."
Russel's eyes were full of remorse and sadness. He came over and hugged me, "I'm sorry, I've been so busy lately. I'll spend more time with you, I promise."
I didn't say anything and just nodded in his arms.
Russel left, driving off into the heavy rain. I didn't see him off; instead, I was folding up the blanket and sheets in the guest room to keep the dust off.
I had a hunch as to why Russel left. His parents probably found out that he was here tonight and forced him to come home. As for who told his parents, I could guess. It was definitely Neil.
But I didn't blame Neil. Since the Dawson family's opposition was inevitable, the sooner it happened, the better. The sooner the difficulty came, the sooner I could handle it.
The next morning, I got up after only a few hours of sleep and drove to the Dreamscape District. The only ones accompanying me were a driver and an assistant.
Once in the Dreamscape District, I checked into a hotel.
"Well, isn't this a coincidence?" No sooner had I finished processing my check-in than Bonnie appeared behind me like a ghost.
I turned to look at her, took my room key, and left with my driver and assistant.
While I was waiting for the elevator, Bonnie finished checking in and asked, "Irene, didn't you hear me say hello?"
"Ms. Finch, the elevator is here." My assistant informed me.
I nodded and walked straight into the elevator without acknowledging Bonnie.
But I couldn't stop Bonnie from getting in the elevator. I had to share the small space with her.
My driver and assistant were staying on a different floor. They left the elevator first, leaving only Bonnie and me. As the elevator doors slowly closed, she couldn't help but say, "You think you can break up Neil and me with just Scarlett Mitchell?"
Did Bonnie think Scarlett was a pawn I placed to sabotage her relationship with Neil?
That was ridiculous.
"I don't have time to waste on you. Don't flatter yourself." I answered indifferently.
"Of course you wouldn't waste time on me, but are you really willing to just give up Neil?" Our reflections mirrored on the elevator doors.
Two years had passed, and while her demeanor had changed, she was still very young. In contrast, I looked a little tired from the pressure.
I frowned, "If I wasn't willing to let go, why would I file for divorce? I'm not an idiot."
"You’re playing hard to get! You didn't expect Neil to actually agree to the divorce!" Bonnie accused me passionately, "At first, Neil clearly didn't love you. He loved me! It was all because of your scheming that he developed feelings for you!"
I hadn't used any tactics to make him fall in love with me. I had just set up a few small obstacles between the two of them. Surprisingly, Neil didn't react as he did in my past life but instead developed feelings for me. This surprised me too.
"You're despicable!" Bonnie clenched her fist.
The elevator reached my floor. I didn't care whether I was despicable or not. I took my fancy suitcase and walked out of the elevator to my room, using my keycard to open the door.
Fate truly loved to make jokes. Turned out that Bonnie was staying on the same floor as me, right next door.
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