Winning Her Heart Back

Getting Onto the Wrong Car

After the agreement was signed, Emelte grabbed the papere with one hand white helping Mona walk out of the room with the other. The latter was nearly

Troy looked around in the hallway but didn’t spot William anywhere. He scratched his head and asked Emelie, “Are you two alright?”

“Yes. Thank you, Mr. Spencer,” Emelle said earnestly. Though she could’ve still drunk those last two shots, they would certainly have made her stomach feel incredib This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

This was the first time Troy had been looked at so camnently by Emelia, no he felt somewhat shy. He grinned and said, “It’s no big deal. Just make sure you seriously consider working for me, yeah?”

Emelie assured him that she would.

After refusing Troy’s offer to drop her and Mona home, Emelle led Mona outside.

Troy returned to his room after feeling the satisfaction of being appreciated. When he spotted William

sitting back in his seat, Troy grumbled, “Why did you shove me just now?”

William shot him a flat look.

Troy then chuckled, “But it’s all good. I got to be the knight in shining armor. Ms. Hoven even thanked me

and said she’d seriously consider working for me.”

Jayden glanced at William, already guessing what had happened.

A server walked over to William and said, “Mr. Middleton, your driver has arrived.”

Emelie,and Mona were leaning against one another outside the Westward Club, waiting for their taxi. Suddenly, Mona burst into tears. “I’m so sorry, Eme

“Yes, it is your fault, so you better buy me dinner once you get your commission for this contract,” Emelie

said with a smile.

Mona obviously agreed to this.

Both of them felt terrible after having drunk so much. They were eager to go back home and rest. Mona asked with a pale face, “What’s the car plate of you booked, Emelie?”

Emelie checked her phone. “429.”

She then paused. Those numbers…

Mona’s eyes widened suddenly, and she stumbled over. “Here it is!”

But Emelie’s phone said their taxi was still two miles away. She looked up just in time to see Mona opening the backseat door of a black Cayenne nearb

Emelie’s eyes widened before she ran over in a hurry. “That’s not our ride!”

But it was too late. They came face to face with the woman sitting in the backseat of the car–Daphne

This was William’s car

Emelie had realized their booked taxi’s car plate number was the same as William’s, only its alphabets were different. Who knew such a mix– up would happen?

“What are you doing?” William walked over, his cold voice ringing out from behind them.

Emelie immediately grabbed Mona and coughed awkwardly. “Sorry, we mistook your car for another.”

William gazed at her, noting how flushed her cheeks were now that she was drunk, especially without

makeup.

Daphne’s eyes twinkled, and she suddenly suggested, “I didn’t have a chance to talk to Emelie earlier. Since they’re leaving, why don’t we drop them ho

Emelie looked at Daphne, not trusting that the latter was doing this out of kindness. The way Daphne spoke sounded too firm. It was as if Daphne was tr

Emelie said lightly. “No, thank you. Our taxi is about to arrive.”

Through her blurry vision, Mona recognized William and immediately deduced that the woman beside him must be Daphne and that she was the one wh Emelie. Already angry with them, the influence of alcohol only strengthened her resolve.

She sat right into the backseat of the car, saying, “Sure. Thanks for the offer!”

Emelie quickly grabbed Mona. “Our ride is about to arrive.”

But Mona tugged at Emelie. “Get in! How could we forsake Mr. Middleton and Ms. Bowen’s kind gesture?”

William grew impatient with Mona and Emelie’s little argument. He snapped, “Either get in the car or get out. Don’t waste my time.”

The instant Emelie stopped resisting, Mona dragged her into th