Chapter 289

I shook my head. "Not very likely," I said. "At that time, he didn't have any smell of smoke on him." Reynaldo was very clingy, even though I disliked him. He always followed me, restricting my movements. Sometimes, I'd go out to play with Vonnie, and he'd stick to me like chewing gum, following me all day. I never saw him smoke back then. If his smoking addiction was that strong, how could he resist it unless his willpower was exceptionally strong?

Reynaldo's cold, gloomy appearance involuntarily came to mind. After all, nothing is impossible for a man like Reynaldo.

Johnathan put away his cigarette. He sat up straight, his usual casual demeanor gone, and said, "Esmie, take a good rest this afternoon; we're attending a dinner party tonight."

I suddenly remembered Kimberly's words from yesterday. I asked, "Is the dinner party to meet important clients?" This client was very influential and the final decision-maker for the project. However, he was difficult to deal with, so I called Reynaldo.

Johnathan looked at me. "But don't worry," he said, "even if this client doesn't give me face, he'll at least give Reynaldo some." "With Reynaldo involved," he added, "there shouldn't be any major issues."

I chewed my food, pondering. "I heard this client has a perverse hobby—torturing young, pretty girls."

Johnathan was taken aback. "Who told you that?"

"Kimberly," I said truthfully.

Johnathan clicked his tongue. "So I told her, and she told you right away?"

I was eating calmly when I said, "She said you were planning to give me to that pervert in exchange for cooperation."

"Bullshit!" Johnathan blurted out.

I glanced at him. He looked at me incredulously. "I wasn't talking about you," he said, "I was talking about Kimberly. That woman is really something—always looking sickly, causing trouble, and lying."

"How could we possibly hand you over to that pervert? We're not that kind of people, okay? Besides, what weight do you hold in Reynaldo's heart? Reynaldo wouldn't even send you out, even if he gave himself to that pervert."

I self-deprecatingly tugged at my lips. Where did Johnathan get the idea I had a place in Reynaldo's heart, a place that even surpassed Kimberly's? Even a fool could see Reynaldo cared more about Kimberly.

When I remained silent, Johnathan added, "Esmie, don't overthink it. We would never profit from women."

"I knew," I nodded, "from the beginning I knew Kimberly was deceiving me."

"Hehe," Johnathan chuckled, "Esmie still knows us and believes in us." As for Kimberly, I had to talk to Reynaldo and make sure he takes care of her properly.

"That's not necessary," I said lightly, "even if you told him, he wouldn't do anything to Kimberly. After all, he's always indulged her."

"Um… that's true."

"So, do you still think Reynaldo likes me more?"

"Of course!" Johnathan said firmly. "Let me tell you, when a man has a strong desire for a woman, it proves he likes her to the core. Otherwise, it's not called liking."

I saw Reynaldo looking at you as if he wanted to sleep with you all day, so he is definitely special to you.