Theo went back to his room and sat down for a while longer.
Pollock was still rambling on about his new movie script, but he was the only one talking. The other four gents were each having their own conversations. By the end, no one was even giving him a second glance. It seemed like he wasn't going to get any investment from these four guys today.
Pollock helplessly checked the time. It was getting pretty late, and if he kept talking he might piss the others off.
He had no choice but to stand up, conjure up a solid excuse, say his goodbyes to the four men with Sheila by his side, and then politely take his leave.
Once everyone else had left, Jonah grinned and asked, "Theo, where's your wife at?"
Bartlett also chimed in, "Theo, where's Ellinor?”
Theo looked at Bartlett, puzzled. "What do you want with her?”
Jonah said excitedly, "Nothing much, just wondering why she's working as an assistant for some small-time artist? Theo, she's your wife now, why are you letting her work?"
Theo replied, "She likes to experience life, to do what she wants. I won't interfere with her choices."
Jonah let out a sigh. "Theo, I just realized how considerate and tolerant you are!"
Theo shot him a cold look.
Bartlett chuckled and said, "Theo, I joked around with Ellinor earlier, didn't think she'd actually agree to have a drink with me. You wouldn't mind, would you?"
Theo stared at Bartlett for a few seconds, and a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Not at all. She's young and doesn't know any better. I understand."
Bartlett's smile froze. Was Theo implying that he was as clueless as a child?
The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Jonah and Kemp exchanged glances, sensing the tension between the two.
They'd been friends since childhood and it would be a shame if a woman were to come between them.
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