Chapter 368

With doubt, I deliberately walked past the door of that private room. And just as I was about to take a closer look inside, the door suddenly slammed shut. I pursed my lips. Forget it, it doesn’t matter if he is Reynaldo; it’s none of my business.

The dinner party fell through, so I left the restaurant and hailed a cab straight back to the place where I was renting. It was already nine o’clock in the evening, and the street downstairs was still bustling, with various vendors using loudspeakers to sell their goods. I walked up to a noodle stand and ordered a serving of spaghetti. Although Freybourne is not as cold as Yoripero, the nights can still be quite chilly.

I rubbed my hands, feeling the cold distinctly. Fortunately, the boss quickly brought my spaghetti to the table. I quickly picked up the noodles with a fork and was about to put them into my mouth when, amidst the swirling mist, I seemed to see Reynaldo. I quickly blew away the hot steam rising from the plate and rubbed my eyes to take a closer look. Is there someone in the alley diagonally across from here? Also, Reynaldo was either dining with Secretariat’s people at the Michelin-starred restaurant, or he was discussing business with someone at that restaurant. How could he possibly show up here again? It seems that I have been so tired these days that I even had hallucinations, and I kept feeling like everywhere was Reynaldo. I quickly finished the spaghetti and planned to go back to have a good sleep.

The next day when I arrived at the company, Melany immediately started gossiping with me. “Esmeralda, last night Mr. Humphrey didn’t go to any Michelin-starred restaurants; was he with you?”

“Oh? Didn’t he go?”

It seems that I didn’t have my eyes playing tricks on me last night at the restaurant; that man really was Reynaldo.

“Mr. Humphrey didn’t go last night. The funny thing is, Kimberly bet with everyone that Mr. Humphrey would definitely go and even said that after dinner, Mr. Humphrey would also take her home. But Mr. Humphrey did not show up until after we finished eating at the Michelin-starred restaurant. What’s even funnier is that she called Mr. Humphrey in front of all of us, and the key is, Mr. Humphrey didn’t even answer her call. I was laughing so hard, you have no idea; she was almost in tears at that time. And those people were all blindly trying to please her, comfort her, saying that Mr. Humphrey must have important business to deal with; that’s why he didn’t come.”

“Um!” I nodded, “Mr. Humphrey did have a meeting with someone at the restaurant last night.”

Melany’s eyes lit up after hearing this: “So you were indeed with Mr. Humphrey last night? I knew it; Mr. Humphrey treats you differently. Look, he went out to discuss business and didn’t bring anyone else, not even Kimberly, but he brought you.”

“No, I…”

“Hey hey, let me tell you guys…”

Before I could finish, Melany raised her voice and attracted everyone’s attention. I was dumbfounded; what does she want to do?

Melany excitedly told everyone, “Last night, Mr. Humphrey was with Esmeralda. No wonder Esmeralda didn’t go to the Michelin-starred restaurant for dinner; turns out she had already made plans with Mr. Humphrey.”

Kimberly listened and then glared at me resentfully. I straightened my back and faced her malicious eyes without humility or arrogance. Actually, I didn’t agree with Melany distorting the facts so blatantly, but when I saw Kimberly so angry, I felt quite pleased.