Chapter Sixteen

" I don't mind going to the Grand Council for you." Adam stared at her with his blue eyes. His gaze soldered with so much passion that Brielle could not make eye contact. "Mr. Thompson, don't fool me. I don't want to be murdered by your admirers." Adam was acting strangely, which raised her stress level. That had never happened before.

"Are you scared?" Adam, acutely aware of her reaction, could not help but feel depressed. 'Brielle, is there only room for one in your heart?' "What on the agenda tonight? I haven't been to such a lively party for a long time." Brielle deliberately changed the topic. Her heart was beating at the moment. She was not familiar with this side of Adam. She wanted to keep her distance, and she didn't know why.

"Well, let's go and have fun. I'm sure you'll have a good time." He knew that she was trying to pull away, so he stopped flirting. He didn't want her to be uncomfortable and withdraw into herself, so he gave Adam an order to come over. But she still didn't notice his tender love.

"Let's go then!" Brielle felt defeated. Adam's words were full of suggestions, and his eyes were so weird. He was fixated on her. What would she do now? Adam was dejected. He sadly watched her join the rest of the group. Was he a dreadful monster in her eyes? Why did she run off so fast?

Although Brielle was playing with them, she still squinted at him from time to time, with puzzlement in her eyes. He was so casually leaning on the tree, looking a bit lonely. he just got a promotion. Major General, now. So why did he look so unhappy?

Adam was destined to be lone on the path of his secret love because Brielle did not feel the same way at all. Though she loved Stephen for so many years, she had never been in love with someone. She really couldn't understand Adam's love for her, and it was not her fault she wasn't more receptive.

The night was getting darker, the sky speckled with stars. The lights of the city were not quite able to blot out the building that towered over everything. Down in the building that towered over everything. Down in the streets, blinking crossing lights and neon reigned supreme.

Stephen confidently stepped into Sexy World along the East Road near the Square. He's swapped his expensive suit and tie out for the more nice, tailored pants. Several strands of wet hair covered his forehead, making him even more rugged and handsome.

Ignoring the bevy of beauties who showed great interest in him from the moment he entered, he made a beeline to the suite his buddies had reserved. Like always, he was late. Thomas was accustomed to his habit, and not surprised at all. But another certain someone had a different reaction.

"Stephen, come on. Don't you have any sense of time? You are always the last one here. Shake things up. Be creative. Be on time for once." Scott lazily reclined on the sofa, his blue earrings shining in the light. He was also dressed casually, a button-down and jeans, far from the dazzling suit in the morning. This way he looked less aggressive and more attractive to women.

"What do you mean by creative? whether you want to be kept as a mistress or keep a mistress, I can help you design a plan and make sure you learn new things every day." Stephen walked over to him slowly and sat down. He said these evil words very deliberately, and instantly Scott's smile disappeared.

"I did ask for it," he said sheepishly. Scott chastised himself silently. It was really stupid to put himself in the line of fire. He should have seen Stephen's gloomy face and gauged his reaction.

Stephen glanced at him and picked up the Hennessy on the table. He didn't mind Scott's teasing at all. After his phone call with Brielle, he felt out of sorts, and figured a night on the town was just what he needed. maybe he could sort out his emotions and relax.

"Tell us! What's on your mind?" Thomas knew him well. Stephen would not call them out so late if there was nothing wrong. He recently became more well-behaved and rarely went to places like this late at night.

"can't a guy just invite his friends out for drinks?" Stephen tripped the glass of wine to and fro, the liquid ripping with a beautiful arc.

"I've known you for a long time. Long enough to know when things aren't all right." Thomas called him out on his reticence. He had never been so depressed like this before. Stephen snorted and emptied the glass. He didn't stop to savor the cool liquid.

"When did you become so interested in me? Or are the rumors true?" Stephen had an evil glint in his eyes. Stephen would never forget how bent out of shape Thomas got when he pretended to flirt with him. He figured he might poke that old would.

"Stephen, the more you lash out, the harder it will be to help you. I'm not going to force the issue. You don't want to talk about it, fine!" Thomas kept his own counsel, It made no sense to force Stephen to talk. His friend would talk about it when he was ready. "What game are you playing?" Scott looked at them, lost for the moment.

"No game. Drink your wine!" Stephen glanced at him irritably, poured some wine into his own glass, and then leaned back into the sofa, gracefully swinging his long legs. " Alright. Don't tell me then. I don't want to know. No need to be so mysterious." Scott looked at them, annoyed. This was between Stephen and Thomas, and no one else would understand.

"What's it like to fall in love?" Stephen's slender fingers flipped his wine glass rhythmically. He slouched back in his chair and squinted at them with a faint smile. "Are you serious? Who are you in love with boss?" Scott was so shocked that he lost his grip on his glass and spilled some cognac, staining his shirt. He wiped it off and stared in disbelief at Stephen.

Thomas didn't overreact, although he was also shocked by Stephen's words. His cold eyes glistened and he started turning gears. "Who can I fall in love with? I'm just curious about it." Stephen apparently knew how stunned they were upon hearing his words. He could easily tell from things light, and maybe not delved too deeply, but the topic was so astonishing that no one would let him go that easily.

"Stephen, just say it. Who are you in love with? Tell us and we can give you some suggestions." Scott was always so interested in that kind of gossip. He would not give up until he got an answer.

"Look at the woman around me. What kind of woman do you think I'd fall in love with?" Stephen would I'd fall in love with?" Stephen would never let them know his heart before he knew exactly what kind of feeling it really was. It was impossible for him to expose his feelings to them, even they were his best friend, at least not now.

"Now that you ask this question, I'm sure that you have someone in mind. But I don't know if she's the same one I'm thinking of." Thomas said casually and cast a glance at him. "well then. It seems that Mr. Thomas knows me so well that you even know who I'm thinking about. Should I feel honored?" Stephen looked at him with an evil smile. And he became himself again.

"You can't keep this to yourself forever. let's wait and see how long you can escape from it." Thomas was getting angry because Stephen always made fun of him about this which made him feel weak. "Could you please involve me in the conversation? Throw me a bone! What is this about?" Scott felt isolated. They didn't care about his existence at all.

"weren't you there from the start? Try and keep up." Thomas rolled his eyes and took his annoyance out on him. Scott was owed a lesson. Every time he gave them the chance to bully him/ So Thomas found one more way to call him stupid. 'So if Thomas and Stephen are always in sync, and not everyone understands them, then maybe there's something going on between them. Like a relationship?' As this thought occurred to Scott, he moved a little further away.

"Stop that." Stephen knew what he was thinking, likely from the smirk. He glanced at him casually and continued to enjoy his Hennessy. "So-o-o-o-o..." He drew the word out, saying it very slowly. "If it's not true, why do you care what other people think? Or maybe you're just pissed because I uncovered your secret." Scott was happy now. He finally got one-up on Stephen. He had to find some way to entertain himself.

The two men ignored him thoroughly. They stood up and left without any reservation. "It's on you tonight." Scott was stunned. Why? Didn't they know what they drank tonight? Hennessy. They were both CEOs. why did they make him pay? They were far richer than him. Moreover, one of them was his boss. This was not reasonable at all.

The two were so pleased with themselves, Scott should not have made fun of them. Poor Scott! When would he learn how to protect himself from being bullied? Looking at the two guys who were laughing evilly, Fan could not help but peek inside to see the victim.

Stephen waved goodbye to Thomas and drove his Maybach G650 away. Thomas was annoyed. he hadn't had any time to catch up with his old friend. Thomas saw Stephen's elegant car vanish as it rounded a corner. He spun and began walking to his own car when loops! Thomas and another woman ran headlong into each other. He regained his balance in time to catch her, only to be rewarded with a hard slap that left welts.

"Damn it! How dare you sexually harass me? You are lucky that I didn't kick your ass!" Claire rubbed her reading nose and yelled at him. She didn't notice that he was staring at her furiously. His tone seemed summoned from the depths of some icy hell.

"You are the first woman who dared to hit me. You'd better give me a good excuse or else!" She felt his hot breath and shivered. It was from Claire Brook. How dare this evil man threaten her?

"I just hit you Lothario, so what?" And moreover, where was Stephen? He was just here. She saw him. How could he disappear as soon as she got here? Did he have an invisibility cloak! Haha! He didn't have an invisibility cloak but he had a flying car, so Claire could not find him/

"What? I'm Lothario? If I remember correctly, you are the one who fell into my arms." Thomas looked at the woman in front of him furiously and fought the urge to kill her. Why didn't she look at herself in the mirror? What made her so confident? "Even if I ran into you, you shouldn't have assaulted me." Claire wore heavy makeup, a large skirt, and a pair of old fashioned black frame glasses. Any good looks she might have had were covered thoroughly. She was as attractive as a middle-aged woman which is to say not at all. No wonder Thomas would be so angry.