A Successful Career After Divorce

The pier Brendon mentioned was located in the eastern suburbs – the Royal Pier where almost all of their private yachts were docked. The air there was fresh, and the night view was beautiful. It would be pleasant to have drinks there with three or four friends while admiring stars and moonlight or even taking a dip in the sea at night.

For wealthy people like them, they always had something going on – just finished one celebration party then off they went again for another activity on their yacht.

“Chris, we just called Steve; he said he’ll come over when he’s free! It’s been so long since we’ve talked together.” Shannon spoke softly with an ethereal voice that no man could refuse easily.

“Chris, why don’t you go with Ranita? It’ll be more fun if there are more people!” Shannon paused for a moment before quickly explaining herself to avoid upsetting Brendon, “Brendon, if you think it’s inconvenient for Ranita to wear this blue velvet dress out tonight then I have another new dress in my car trunk that she can change into.”

She leaned against Brendon while talking as though boneless…

Chris had heard some gossip about what happened during their celebration party but didn’t react too much because from his perspective there wasn’t much difference between what Ranita wore compared to what Shannon wore except maybe some minor adjustments made on its hemline position which were barely noticeable anyway…

He also believed that someone like Ranita wouldn’t resort to wearing fake goods just for showmanship’s sake…

“Don’t change, I think Ranita looks great in this dress!” Chris smiled and continued, “Ranita just told me she wants to go home and rest, so don’t force her!”

“Brendon, you go with Shannon first! I’ll be there soon!” Chris pushed Ranita gently and whispered, “Let’s go! I’ll walk you out.”

Ranita parked her car a little further away. When she got into the car, Chris reminded her again, “Drive slowly and send me a message when you get home.”All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Ranita felt the warmth of care from Chris at this moment. Especially now. Her cold heart suddenly felt a bit warmer. Yes! There were so many good men in the world; why must it be Brendon?

“Thank you. I’ll send you a message when I get home.” After pausing for a moment, Ranita added another sentence, “See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow!” Chris waved to her and even smiled on his stiff face.

Ranita closed the car window and drove away slowly. At the exit of the parking lot, she saw Brendon’s Bentley leaving ahead of her by one step. She pursed her lips as she looked through the glass at Brendon sitting in the back seat with Shannon leaning towards him while talking and laughing… They were so intimate.

Ranita clenched the steering wheel tightly as she felt suffocated in her chest again. Sometimes Ranita would feel ashamed that although she was Brendon’s wife on paper but lived like an ancient concubine.

“Honk honk!”

Ranita was lost in thought, and it wasn’t until she heard a honking horn from behind that she snapped back to reality and realized the Bentley in front had already left. Her car hadn’t moved, blocking the way for the vehicles behind her.

She quickly stepped on the gas to move forward. At the parking lot exit, she saw the Bentley turning right to leave, while she had to make a left turn.

“Ring ring!” Just then Ranit’a phone rang.

“Hello! Good evening Miss Bowman!” The call came from Marlon, who had been entrusted with all the studio matters. Additionally, Ranita had asked him to investigate Turner.

“Good evening, Marlon.”

Marlon didn’t beat around bush either, “Turner lost both hands now; his father secretly sent him back home for treatment.”

Ranita pursed lips tightly; bumping into Brendon was nothing compared with losing both hands for Turner!