CHAPTER 15

He cast a cold glance at Fiona before turning to Grant. "So, Grant has changed girlfriends again?"

Grant flashed a devilish smile and casually wrapped his arm around Fiona's waist. "Let me introduce you. This is Fiona, my new girlfriend." Then he turned to Fiona. "And this is the famous and legendary young talent of Springvale City, the business tycoon, and the most eligible bachelor, Gabriel Robinson."

Though he was praising Gabriel, Fiona couldn't help but sense a hint of mockery in his tone. She also felt his dislike for Gabriel.

Coincidentally, she had a strong dislike for Gabriel.

So she played along perfectly, looking at Gabriel and nodding slightly as if she didn't know him. "So, you are Mr. Robinson. I've heard so much about you. Meeting you today, you truly live up to your reputation." Upon hearing this, Gabriel's handsome face visibly darkened. Even Sutton, standing behind him, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Miss Hayes is really provoking his boss.

"Such an unattractive woman can catch Grant Hamilton’s eye?" Gabriel said in a low voice.

"Haha, beauty is in the eye of the beholder."

"Seems like Mr. Hamilton’s eyesight isn't great. Would you like me to recommend a good eye doctor?"

"After seeing so many ordinary women, I find someone like her more appealing."

"Is she more appealing, or just better at seducing men?"

Gabriel's handsome features were as cold as ice, and his powerful presence exerted an invisible pressure on Fiona.

Despite this, she concealed her anger and chose not to argue with him.

"Haha..." Hearing Gabriel's words, Grant threw his head back and laughed. Suddenly, he clutched his chest. "Ugh..." A wave of nausea hit him, and he bent over, ready to vomit.

After a few dry heaves, he didn't throw up. Instead, he wrapped his arm around Fiona's neck. "Baby, take me home. I feel awful."

Fiona nodded. "Let's go." She naturally took his arm and draped it over her shoulder, supporting him as they walked out.

Gabriel and Sutton stood at the doorway, showing no intention of moving aside as she approached.

She glared at Gabriel with cold eyes. "Mr. Robinson, please step aside."

Gabriel's sharp gaze bore down on her, their eyes locking for a moment. His icy stare radiated a chilling hostility. After a few seconds, he stepped aside, moving two steps to the side to make way for them.

"Thank you.” She deliberately raised her voice, her words seemingly polite but dripping with sarcasm.

As her words fell, Grant mimicked Fiona's tone. "Thank you, Mr. Robinson... ugh..."

As he brushed past Gabriel, he came dangerously close to vomiting on him.

The two men then walked away in opposite directions. Once they disappeared down the hallway of the public restroom, Sutton turned to Gabriel and asked, "Boss, should I order someone to teach Grant a lesson?"

Gabriel narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing in his deep gaze. "He's a worthless fool. Lowering myself to his level would be beneath me."

"But—" Sutton wanted to say more, but Gabriel had already started walking away.

Meanwhile, Fiona was helping Grant out of the Twilight Club. Grant's subordinates, who had been waiting for him, quickly approached. "Has he had too much to drink again?"

"Get him home and make sure he sobers up," she instructed, pushing Grant towards his men. She then lifted her arm to sniff the alcohol on her clothes, finding the smell so pungent that it made her want to gag.

"Thank you, Miss Hayes."

"No need to thank me," she replied, waving her hand dismissively as she turned to leave. However, Grant suddenly grabbed her wrist. "Does Gabriel know you?"

Despite being drunk, he had noticed such a ‘small detail'?

Fiona shook her head. "Are you kidding? Gabriel is like a god in Springvale City. We can only look up to him. There's no way he knows me."

"Haha, you got a point," Grant laughed. He tilted his head back and smiled, waving at her before getting into the car. The car started and drove away.

She stood at the entrance for a moment, then turned and walked into the club. Just as she stepped inside, she was met by Sutton. "Miss Hayes, the boss wants to see you."

She shot Sutton an annoyed glance. "Go back and tell him that I have nothing to do with him. Who does he think he is, summoning me like I'm at his beck and call? Does he really see himself as a god?"

He is nothing but a heartless jerk. People say even a tiger won't eat its cubs, but Gabriel had no qualms about getting rid of an unborn child.

"Miss Hayes, the boss wants to see you," Sutton repeated calmly, his gaze steady.

"Move aside!" Her irritation grew, and she reached behind her waist to grab the stun baton she had hidden there.

"Miss Hayes, don't make this difficult for yourself."

"I said, move aside!" From the first time she met Gabriel until now, she had developed nothing but hatred for him. The mere sight of Sutton's arrogant demeanor reminded her of Gabriel's cold, unfeeling face.

So seeing Sutton standing there so smugly only fueled her anger. He disgusted her. Holding an electric baton, she pointed it at Sutton, her sharp, cold eyes fixed on him without blinking, filled with anger. Sutton nearly couldn't resist making a move, but remembering that she was carrying the future heir of the Robinson Family, he reluctantly stepped aside. She snorted coldly and walked into the club, continuing her patrol.

Unexpectedly, as she passed by private room 888, someone suddenly appeared and yanked her inside, pinning her against the door.

"Gabriel Robinson?

Let go of me!"

Seeing the man standing before her, she was infuriated. This man was like a persistent ghost.

Gabriel's large hand gripped her cheeks, his deep, chiseled features filled with frost. "You came to work at the club just to hook up with rich guys?"

Damn woman, she was so desperate that she sought out someone like Grant, that notorious playboy.

His grip was strong, making her jaw ache, but Fiona's inherent resilience wouldn't let her back down. She furrowed her willow-like brows. "So what if I am? I like Grant. What does it have to do with you?"

Driven by a rebellious streak, she admitted to seducing men just to provoke them.

"Sleeping with me not long ago and now eager to please another man, how low can you get?"

She couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh.

"Mr. Robinson, we're all adults here. Men and women enjoying each other is perfectly normal. Oh, wait..."

She furrowed her brows, seemingly recalling something, and a mischievous smile played on her red lips. "A man like Mr. Robinson, who avoids women and needs a little help to get in bed, wouldn't understand, naturally."

She emphasized the words "a little help," enunciating them slowly and clearly, as if mocking his supposed impotence.

Unbeknownst to her, those words were a severe insult and provocation to him. A flash of fury appeared on his stern face in the next moment.