Chapter 8
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His fiancée-to-be, Zoe, was not there. It was just his friends.
After a few rounds of drinks, they all were a little drunk. Someone with a big mouth suddenly mentioned Leah's name.
"Brad had many girlfriends, but I still think Leah is the prettiest."
"That's right. All of us agree."
"Honestly, If Brad hadn't warned us, I would've gone after her."
"Get in line, dude."
The few of them were getting more and more overboard as they spoke.
At some point, Brad put down his glass. He leaned against the couch, staring at them.
Gradually, the conversation stopped.
"Um, Brad, we were just talking nonsense."
"We're a little drunk. We're just fooling around. Don't take it seriously."
Brad, however, smiled.
"You know what? Now that you mentioned her, I'm reminded of her. But is she dead? It's been a while since I last heard from her."
His voice sounded cold and indifferent.
It was as if he genuinely had just thought of Leah. It was as if it was a minor deal that did not matter at all if she had died.
However, the entire room suddenly fell silent.
Brad's assistant, Sean Lowe, smiled apologetically and said, "It's my fault, Mr. Coleman. I forgot to tell you that Ms. Young asked me to hand you some things a few days ago. She said they were quite valuable.
"I figured she was probably trying to get back together with you, so I gave her some advice. That's why she hasn't come to you or made a scene."
Brad glanced at Sean and sneered.
"Look at you go, Sean. You're getting bolder," he said.
Sean was so frightened that he quickly got up and said, "Mr. Coleman—"
"Who are you to make decisions for me?" Brad barked.
"Yes, I've crossed the line." Sean bowed his head, drenched in sweat.
Brad looked down. He spun his ring on his middle finger out of habit and said, "Call her. Tell her to get here in 30 minutes."
Sean was stunned. "Pardon?"
Brad turned his head to look at the pitch-black night sky.
"If she doesn't get here in time, I'll get engaged to Zoe tomorrow," Brad said.
