Chapter 156 Could You Come And Pick
And Pick Me Up
Brian stared at her, his expression one of sheer disbelief.
The realization struck him that, in her heart, she had deemed him completely unforgivable–a truth he was only now coming to terms with.
“L…”
.” He stumbled over his words, struggling to articulate his feelings.
However, Rachel calmly wiped her tears away, her gaze steady. “You might not have seen things this way, but it doesn’t really matter now. I’m moving on.”
She then turned and slowly walked down the path bordered by trees, vanishing into the night.
With each step she took, her figure shrank into the distance.
A deep sense of emptiness surged through Brian as he watched. He reached out in a futile attempt to hold onto something, anything. Yet, he grasped only the empty air.
From that evening onward, Rachel and Brian hadn’t crossed paths for quite some time.
Unaware of the separation, Samira occasionally mentioned it. “Rachel, have you heard? Tracy is acting as if she owns the place. You were Mr. White’s fiancée! How can she act so brazenly if she was his bride–to–be? It’s outrageous!”
Hearing the term “fiancée“, Rachel was suddenly taken aback. It seemed like an eternity had passed since that designation fit, though it had only been days.
“Samira, Brian and I are no longer together,” Rachel suddenly said, which took Samira by surprise.
Samira gasped, taken aback. “Oh, I’m sorry, Rachel. I had no idea…”
“It’s alright. Haven’t you always said there are plenty of good men out there? Perhaps it’s time I look for someone younger and hotter,” Rachel said, partly to comfort Samira and partly to bolster her own resolve.
“That’s the spirit!”
“Exactly, why settle for just one when there are so many out there?”
As she finished speaking, the office door swung open abruptly.
“Really now?” A deep voice, cold as ice, devoid of warmth.
Brian entered, his tall figure commanding the room, while Tracy followed closely behind, holding a document.
“Samira, would you mind giving us a moment?” Rachel suggested swiftly.
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With Samira out of the room and the door shut behind her, Rachel’s heart thumped wildly.
Brian’s unexpected arrival caught her off guard.
“You’re considering someone new? And you’re looking for someone younger and hotter? Really? Am I not
enough after all this time?” Brian said through gritted teeth.
Rachel’s cheeks flushed as she tried to change the subject. “What are you two doing here?”
With a calm expression, Tracy explained, “We’re here for a routine inspection. Mr. White started on the first
floor,”
Rachel nodded. “I see. There’s no need to worry, I didn’t assume he came just for me. You’re free to go now
that the inspection’s done.”
Brian left the room forcefully, the door slamming shut with a resounding thud.
Later that night, Rachel felt unwell. She managed to eat a little before lying down.
As she drifted into a restless sleep, her phone buzzed relentlessly. Picking it up, she saw numerous missed calls, mostly from Brian.
Yvonne was on the other end this time.
“Why did it take you so long to pick up?” Yvonne inquired, her voice laced with worry.
“I’m exhausted so I decided to take a nap.”
“Come join the fun now that you’re up. I’ll text you where to find me.”
Rachel hesitated to spoil the cheerful atmosphere and decided to go along.
She had just finished getting ready to head out when her phone rang. It was Brian.
“Hello, Rachel” He sounded a bit tipsy, his voice light and airy.
Clutching the phone tighter, Rachel was tempted to just hang up.
Yet, knowing he was drunk, she found herself unable to end the call.
“I’ve had a bit too much to drink,” he admitted, his voice unexpectedly seductive, softened by the alcohol.
“Could you come and pick me up?” he asked, his request taking her by surprise.
Holding her breath, Rachel didn’t respond.
From the other end of the line, Brian continued, “Remember how you used to pick me up when I got like this?
I really feel terrible. Can you bring me home and get me a hangover cure?”
For a moment, Rachel nearly agreed. However, she ultimately managed to stay sane.
“We’re no longer together!” With those words, she quickly ended the call before she could hear his reply.
She flagged down a taxi and was at Yvonne’s location within twenty minutes.
They met up outside a popular nightclub.
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Yvonne eagerly took Rachel’s arm. “They say there’s a fresh group of male escorts tonight. Let’s check them
out.”
Rachel was stunned.
Her earlier comments weren’t meant to be taken seriously. Yet here they were, courtesy of Yvonne’s
arrangements.
Long before her marriage and the financial downfall of her family, Yvonne had enjoyed these outings.
She would often hire male escorts for a chat, a drink, a card game, or even a shopping spree.
After all, the men were truly handsome, a delight to the eyes. And she always maintained her boundaries firmly against any unseemly behavior.
“Are we actually going inside?” Rachel asked with a hint of reluctance as Yvonne ushered her through the
entrance.
“Yes, of course. Why not? Men freely enjoy themselves; why should we hold back? We’re only here for a bit of
fun.”
With a nod, Rachel joined her, stepping into the building.
Upon entering the hallway, they were unexpectedly greeted by Leif.
Both were momentarily stunned.
“Leif?”
“Mrs. Burke?”
They spoke almost in unison.
“Norton’s here, right?” Yvonne was direct, her voice firm. “Where is he? Take me to him.”
Hearing this, Leif’s heart skipped a beat.
He had recently watched the manager usher a group of ladies inside Norton’s room–each person stunning yet
unique.
“Mr. Burke is currently in a meeting with clients. It might not be the right time for an interruption.
“Oh, is that so?” Yvonne flashed a mischievous smile. “Tell me, Leif, should you escort me in, or must I burst in
myself?”
Seeing the determination in her eyes, Leif hesitated but then nodded. “Well, I’ll show you in.”
They followed Leif in the elevator to the entrance of a private room.
Yvonne didn’t hesitate; she pushed the door open. Rachel’s gaze immediately fell on Brian, who was lounging on a sofa, appearing both relaxed and slightly tipsy.
