Chapter 109 A Chance Encounter at the Bar
“I’ll return John’s share to him in due time,” Meryl replied.
In Stone Villa, John was the only one who had treated Meryl well, though he had left for studies abroad long ago and hadn’t returned home since high school.
Malcolm gritted his teeth and said, “Alright, I’ll take that bet. If you don’t marry Chandler, you’ll have to hand over the 8% stake in Celestial Ventures Group!”
He was clearly eyeing the inheritance that Robert had bestowed upon Meryl.
Meryl felt a pang of disappointment. That stake was Robert’s way of protecting her, the only thing he had left her to rely on.
She responded coolly, “Fine, it’s a deal.”
Seeing the confidence in Meryl’s expression made Malcolm uneasy.
It was as though he had walked right into a trap she had carefully set.
However, he brushed off the thought, convinced that Chandler would never marry her.
Chapter 109 A Chance Encounter at the Bar
Midway through dinner, Meryl received a phone call and had to leave.
As she turned to go, Lydia watched her retreating figure, hesitating before speaking. “I’m about to get married, and Meryl won’t even stay to finish a meal at home. Mom, does she not like me?”
Before Bianca could respond, Meryl, who was changing her shoes at the entrance, chuckled, “You’ve got a pretty high opinion of yourself, don’t you? Do you think you’re Franklin or something? Why should I like you?”
With that, she ignored Lydia’s flushed face and walked out the door.
Dalton’s wedding was in two days, and his friends had arranged a bachelor party for him tonight at Midnight Bar.
The bar was filled with the sons of wealthy families, each accompanied by a few scantily clad bunny girls. As the mood intensified, they began kissing right there on the couches.
Coincidentally, it was also Chandler’s birthday today, and Dante had organized a gathering for him at the same bar.
However, compared to Dalton’s debauchery, Chandler’s side was much more subdued. It was mostly a group of men, with a few bringing along their wives or girlfriends.
Anne, having learned of Dante’s whereabouts, dragged Meryl to Midnight Bar to confront him.
Anne had brought the divorce papers with her, planning to slam them down in front of Dante and his friends, forcing him to sign.
But as soon as they arrived at the bar, she started to have second thoughts.
“Why should men have all the fun outside?” she thought.
Anne found the most prominent seat and pulled Meryl down beside her.
“Hey, I heard this bar recently hired some top-tier club dancers. They are all over six feet tall, handsome, and well-built. Should we get a few to join us?” Anne suggested.
Before Meryl could say anything, Anne had already waved over the bar manager.
Sitting back like a wealthy woman out for some fun, Anne made her intentions clear.
The manager caught on instantly and left with a smile. He returned in less than half a minute, followed by two club dancers dressed in white shirts and black trousers.
They were both over six feet tall, with visible abs and faces that could rival movie stars.
“Ladies, are these two to your liking?” the manager asked.
Anne glanced over, then suddenly grabbed one dancer by the chin. The man blushed instantly, lowering his gaze shyly.
He was clearly the boyish, sweet type.
“He’ll do,” Anne said with a nod. The club dancer moved to sit beside her, closely pressed against her.
“And you?” The manager turned to Meryl.
Meryl coughed awkwardly. “I’ll pass.”
Anne and Dante were in the middle of a messy divorce, and with the bar being crowded, Anne couldn’t realistically go from table to table searching for him. Her actions were intended to provoke Dante into showing himself.
But Meryl’s situation was different. She had just confessed her feelings to Chandler, and she felt that being seen out with a club dancer now would be no different from committing adultery.