Courtney looked at me, hesitation crossing her face. But in that moment, her uncertainty revealed the answer.
I felt a pang of discomfort in my heart, but I tried to accept it.
Bradley pointed to his own face. “Come on, Courtney. I know you want to kiss me.”
Then, he turned to me, his look almost taunting.
Courtney looked at me, her silence speaking volumes as if she were seeking my approval. I decided to be generous. “Don’t keep Bradley waiting. Kiss him quickly.”
“Are you sick?” Courtney shot back, suddenly standing. “I love my mother the most. She isn’t here, so I’ll drink.” With that, she downed a glass of wine.
She glared at me fiercely, as if I were the one who had done something wrong. I was her boyfriend, seated opposite her, but her hesitation revealed my low status in her heart. So why direct her anger at me?
Bradley broke the tension, saying, “The boss of this The Light Vegas Club is a mysterious big shot, with connections and resources. Jordan, I’ll introduce you to him when the chance arises. Maybe he can help you with some decent business.”
Introduce me to myself? I nearly laughed out loud but managed to suppress it, nodding in thanks instead.
Courtney added coldly, “Jordan, while you may not fit into my circle, the connections and resources I have are still available to you.”
It seemed I had never used her family's resources in my business endeavors, but I was too tired to argue. They wouldn’t believe anything I said anyway.
Just then, a striking woman entered, clad in a black professional suit, her long hair framing her capable demeanor.
“Savannah?” Bradley said, rising quickly. “What brings you here?”
Savannah Powell nodded and smiled at him before walking straight to me. She bowed slightly and said, “Mr. Sanders, the property issue has been resolved, and the tax has been paid. You don’t need to worry anymore.”
