One had a pair of clear, bewitching eyes, while the other had a risqué look in their eyes.
“Who’s this?” Bonnie pretended not to know who Nigel was. She assumed that all men would introduce themselves enthusiastically when she asked this question.
However, Nigel merely turned to look at Queenie. “I’ll come and find you after work.”
Queenie blinked and answered with ease, “Got it.” Then, she realized that they were in public, and she had to show more respect for Nigel, so she added, “Have a good day, Mr. Manson.”
Nigel, who started walking off earlier, turned back to give her a complex look before striding off to the elevator without looking back again.
Bonnie’s eyes were glued to Nigel as he left. She even started comparing Leslie with him and realized that Leslie, whom she considered rather handsome before this, was completely average when held up against a distinguished man like Nigel. In fact, they were leagues apart and shouldn’t even be compared to one another.
Leslie saw what was happening, but he could scarcely believe his eyes. Queenie, the woman he tossed aside, was now involved with Nigel Manson, the heir of the Manson Group. They even showed up here at a hotel together. What’s going on? Are they here to get a room together?
He was furious. Once upon a time, he- tried to get Queenie to come to a hotel with him, but she acted as if she were staunchly against such behavior before marriage. And yet, she was perfectly willing to come to a hotel with Nigel now.
Was she just looking down on my family? On me?
“So, Queenie, this is the type of woman you are, huh?” Leslie came over with an icy expression and grabbed Bonnie’s hand. “Let’s go, Bonnie.”
“You go ahead, Leslie!” Bonnie didn’t want to leave with him.
“Bonnie, why do you want to stay here? Let me take you home.” Leslie didn’t want to be apart from her.
Queenie watched as they had their back- and-forth and turned to Bonnie. “Tell Mom and Dad that I have a place to stay. They don’t need to worry about me.”
She left right after finishing her sentence. Bonnie’s eyes were full of overwhelming jealousy. Is Queenie staying with Nigel? Did my plot to get her kicked out of the house end up pushing her into his arms instead? D*mn it! Bonnie was so mad that she nearly stomped her feet.
“Let’s go, Bonnie!” Leslie pulled her hand again, but Bonnie swung him off at once and walked off. She didn’t let him hold her hand anymore. Now that she had a chance to latch herself onto an even better man, Leslie wasn’t even fit for her to keep on the back burner.
Queenie changed into her uniform and started working. Those working at the reception didn’t dare to gossip about her. Though she continued to work as a greeter, she somehow enjoyed what it felt like to be working.
At Silverstein Residence.
Bonnie came home and saw the police officers gathered in the living room. Her eyes flickered shiftily, and she quickly called out. “Dad, I saw Queenie this morning. She’s not missing. She’s at a hotel!”
“What? You saw Queenie? Is she alright?” Maggie asked at once.
