Chapter: 1135
He chuckled and spoke into the receiver, saying, “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?
You know I’m single, yet you still ask me to bring a date. Are you deliberately trying to embarrass me?”
The person on the other end of the line said something…
Mark scratched his nose and shook his head wryly. “Fine, fine!”
Shortly after, Mark hung up the phone.
Under normal circumstances, Peter would arrange a date for Mark, making sure that the date would be obedient and sensible enough not to make trouble for Mark. But since there was a girl right in the car, and since Peter couldn’t figure out what was on Mark’s mind, he just kept silent.
As expected, when Mark dropped the phone, he looked at Cecilia.
“Come to the party with me, will you?”
Cecelia was a little hesitant. What if Mark’s friends were all a bunch of older men? mark added lightly, “There’ll be gifts waiting for you.”
Cecelia’s eyes lit up and she readily agreed…
Upon returning to the hotel, Mark changed his clothes.
He still wore his usual white shirt and black trousers, but the top two buttons were left unbuttoned, and he rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, revealing his well-defined and powerful forearms.
He was conventionally attractive, and any woman would swoon over him.
Driving the black Lotus sports car, he took Cecilia to a very secluded high-end club. It was so exclusive that ordinary people hadn’t heard of it, let alone entered.
The Fowler family was rich, yet Cecilia had never been there before.
The manager dared not to stare at Mark. He led them into the private room and said with respect, “Have a good time, Mr. Evans.”
Mark nodded in a reserved manner.
The magnificent bronze gate was slowly closed behind them. Mark leaned against the door and lit a cigarette.
It seemed that he came here to have a lot of fun.
The room was at least 800 square meters, and the dining area was separate from the recreational ones. At this time, more than ten men and women were sitting at the table, waiting for Mark.
But Mark took his time, smoking his cigarette leisurely…
One of the men at the table came over with a glass of wine. “Mark, it’s really hard to get you to come to these kinds of things, you know?”