Chapter 9: Have We Met Somewhere Before?
After the pastries arrived, she went to look for the man who had asked her to buy them. “Sir, the pastries are here.”
The man holding a glass of wine in his hand looked at her carefully. Her long hair was pulled back into a bun, but because she had been busy, it hung loosely behind her head. A lot of strands had broken free and the bun looked messy.
She wasn’t wearing makeup, had a small face, and her skin had tanned in the sun, but her eyes were big and bright.
She wore a loose round–neck T–shirt, denim pants, and canvas shoes. There was really nothing fancy about her.
Truthfully, she wasn’t his type, but that meant she was refreshing.
And how was she refreshing?
Naturally, it was because she was a poor woman.
“OK, I’m satisfied. Wait here.”
Then he went to call Spencer.
If his friend liked a woman, he would send her to them.
Alva didn’t know why the man was asking her to wait, but she wondered if he wanted to tip her for doing such a good job. With that thought in mind, she stood there and waited.
The man walked up to Spencer and pointed at Alva, who
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seemed out of place at this party. “Hey, there’s that lady you like.”
Spencer had given up on thinking. He was now holding a thin model and locking lips with her.
Spencer heard his friend’s words and immediately let go of the model and looked over.
But Alva wasn’t looking in their direction. He could only see the side of Alva’s face.
Spencer immediately approached her.
The young model called out unhappily, “Mr. Nash!”
She was about to chase him, but the other man blocked her path, “Oh dear. Little temptress, your Mr. Nash is now into older women. Why don’t you play with me?”
The little model suddenly leaned over and pouted, “I, Betty, will take you up on your offer.”
The two flirted as Spencer drew closer to Alva to get a closer look.
Alva was startled by his sudden appearance, “You…”
“Have we met somewhere before?”
Spencer interrupted her. He looked inquiringly at Alva.
Alva immediately shook her head, “No, sir. We have never met.”
The person before her was tall and thin. He didn’t look like a very prominent figure, but you could tell at a glance that he
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was a rich man.
She didn’t know any rich people aside from Uriah.
Alva looked down after she finished speaking, “Sir, I’m busy, so I’ll leave first.”
She saw couples in every corner at this party. Some kissed boldly in public, and others still were getting it on right in front of everyone.
This was not a good place. She had to get out.
Alva turned to leave after she finished speaking.
Spencer watched her leave, but when she stepped out into the sunlight, he reached an epiphany. He clapped his hands and exclaimed, “I remember now!”
The sudden outburst made the people around him look over, but Spencer ignored them and immediately pulled out his cell phone and ran outside.
Meanwhile, in the studio dressing room.
Bella sat in a chair with a glass of lemonade.
A man leaned next to the dressing table. He wore a black shirt opened to the fourth button. He appeared casual and
unrestrained.
The corners of the man’s mouth slanted upward. His legs were crossed, and he had a sinister aura.
“Bella, as a good friend, I’m worried about you right now.”
Bella was wearing delicate makeup and the latest luxury
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goods from Odell.
She was a model and a designer, the darling of the fashion world.
She was scheduled to appear on the runway in just ten minutes.
Her red lips curled up slightly, and she narrowed her eyes coldly, “Your presence here is what’s making me worry.”
“Heh, because of Uriah?” The man’s eyes shone with an icy glint.
Bella sneered, “Verne, I’ve said my piece. If you want to appear in front of me again, then we can’t even stay as friends.”
After saying that, she turned around and left.
Verne looked at her shapely back and the smile on his lips widened, “Bella, I’m here as a friend to remind you that a certain woman ran away with the child of the man you love most. And don’t you forget, that woman was with Uriah for a year. They’ve done a lot of things that you and Uriah haven’t.”
“Maybe, just maybe, Uriah is intentionally trying to spare her. If that’s not the case, then why hasn’t he found her yet despite all the connections and means at his disposal?”
Bella clenched her fists at her side.
Verne walked over to her, leaned over, and spoke in her ear, “Bella, it’s only a matter of time before a man and a woman are together. Think about it.”
Verne left, and Bella made several complicated expressions.
After learning that the woman was pregnant, her heart felt like it was constantly being stabbed by countless thorns and she couldn’t pull them out!
Verne got in his car and fired up the engine when the phone rang.
He pressed the Bluetooth button and turned the steering wheel, “Hello.”
“Verne, this is Spencer. I saw that woman today!”
“Who?”
“Uriah’s wife!”
