Janice was utterly charmed by that man and had been dying to ask about him but hadn’t found the chance to ask until now.
The others nodded in agreement. “Yeah. He looks so distinguished; he’s clearly not an ordinary person.”
Just the thought of Austin made their eyes sparkle with admiration
Men like that weren’t just rare in the entertainment industry–they were practically non–existent in real life.
Suzanne smiled faintly at their questions, replying softly, “A friend.”
The veins on Jenson’s forehead twitched slightly. A friend, huh?
“Fit!” They didn’t believe her at all. She’d given the same vague answer before, but they could see it wasn’t so simple.
That man’s icy, possessive gaze made it evident that they were more than just friends.
Janice hopped up from the couch and waltzed over to Suzanne with a mischievous smile. She plopped down beside her and stole a quick glance at Jenson, sulking in the comer, before leaning in to whisper, “Tell me honestly, did you reject Mr. Movie Star because of him?”
Even a blind person could tell that picking that man over Jenson was a no–brainer.
Not that Jenson wasn’t great, but the other man was simply too attractive–handsome, cool, and irresistibly magnetic
Suzanne felt a headache coming on. These girls were too nosy.
Marsha, watching from the sidelines, laughed and waved Janice away, saying, “Janice, give her a break!”
She feared that if they kept pestering Suzanne like this, she’d storm right out of the room.
Meanwhile, no one noticed Jenson in the comer, whose expression couldn’t get any darker. Without warning, he stood up, strode over to Suzanne, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her toward the door.
Suzanne frowned and immediately struggled. “Let go!”
Everyone else in the room was stunned, witnessing the exchange in disbelief.
Marsha’s expression turned grim. “Jenson, what are you doing?”
She was worried he’d lash out in frustration and embarrassment.
Suzanne saw her rushing over and, not wanting to cause a scene, shot Marsha a subtle look, signaling her to stay put. She reluctantly stopped resisting and allowed Jenson to lead her away.
With so many eyes on them, it wouldn’t end well if things escalated further.
But just as they reached the doorway, they saw Seline walking over.
She froze in disbelief at the sight of them holding hands. Suppressing the fury in her heart, she acted clueless and asked, “Jenson, Suzanne, where are you two going?”
Jenson didn’t bother much with her. “None of your business,” he said curtly before brushing past her.
Suzanne shot. Seline a mocking glance, her eyes filled with disdain. Exasperated, Seline’s fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palms.
Jenson dragged Suzanne into another private booth, where a few servers were still tidying up Clearly, the previous guests had only just left.
One of the servers, startled by their abrupt entrance, paused mid–motion and turned to Jenson. “Sir, can I help you?”
Jenson simply pushed Suzanne onto the couch before commanding coldly, “Leave. I need to talk to her alone.”
This was the most exclusive bar in Dudore, frequented only by the rich and powerful.
The servers exchanged quick glances before nodding. “Understood, sir.”
After they left and the door was shut, Suzanne’s gaze turned frosty as she rubbed her wrist, which was sore from his grip.
Jenson glared at her, his tone colder than an ice storm. “Since when have you been involved with Austin?”
Just the image of her standing beside Austin made Jenson feel extremely uneasy.
