Chapter 10

“Not at all, Anne. You are right on time.”

“Anne? We should probably call her Mrs. Mann now.”

Anne’s innocent face reddened instantly.

Etan looked at her and thought of Jean, who was hot and dangerous, like the most lethal yet tempting poison in his eyes.

His grandma wanted him to spend more time with Anne to get to know each other more. So he reluctantly obliged and instructed his man to bring her here.

Anne sat next to him, timidly pulled his sleeve with her hand. “Something happened to my friend, so I had to stay with her for a while. Please don’t be angry.”

She looked delightedly at the good-looking man beside her.

This was Etan Mann, whom she did not even dare to dream about seeing previously. But now he became her fiancé.

Etan’s face darkened. He could not help but resent her the moment she sat down beside him, despite he had slept with her once, or so he thought.

He subtly pulled back his arm, picked up a wineglass, and casually asked, “Who was that friend?”

“Was it Jean Mitchell?” Jason leaned over.

Everyone went ape again upon hearing the name.

“We almost forgot that you are her close friend. Tell us about her.”

“How much she charges for a night?”

Anne instantly flushed. “Not like that. Jean might be playful, but she never messes around. She is not such a person. Please don’t talk about her like that.”

That led everyone to think of Jean as whore instead.

Jason smirked. “She isn’t? We will know if you can ask her over and let us take a look.”

“I’m afraid not now. She is feeling down right now.”

Anne refused without giving it a second thought.

She knew better than anyone how attractive Jean was to men.

“Are you not confident of yourself? Are you worried that Etan will take a liking to her?”

Anne turned to Etan for help, but he did not look like he would help her.

He was sitting on the leather sofa, holding a glass of wine. He bent his legs slightly with the corner of his mouth turning up. His eyes revealed nothing of his emotions. He was unsmiling and lofty, looking so perfect that it was almost unreal.

But his silence meant consent.

Anne was in a pickle now. She gritted her teeth. “Alright, I will call Jean. You will know how good she is when she arrives.”

She dialed Jean’s number and prayed in her mind that Jean would refuse to come.