"You look stunning, Joyce!" Finley exclaimed, his eyes shining, brimming with possessiveness.When I passed by, Joyce shot me a look, then moved right up to Finley, her voice soft and seductive. "Fin, can you help me with this zipper?"Finley gave me a pointed look, pretending to hesitate. "Joyce, are you sure that's okay? Isn't it better to let Harry help you?"Joyce snorted. "What? Why would it not be okay? Just do it."And right in front of me, she let Finley zip up her dress and walked out, linking her arm with him intimately.I knew she was trying to provoke me.In the past, seeing her act so close to Finley would've driven me mad—I'd have stopped her from leaving.Now, I felt nothing but calm.Late that night, I was suddenly woken by a call.It was Joyce's best friend, Queenie Stone."Harry, Joyce's drunk—come get her at the Imperial Club!"She even sent a photo. In it, Joyce was leaning against Finley, holding him closely around the neck.In the past, Joyce's friends
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