Chapter 74 Arranged

Seeing the tension building up between the two men, Bane sighed heavily, pushed Bert's hand away, and stepped back.

"Ward Jonathan, get out of here. You've been out so long. Your colleagues should be looking for you."

Ward gave Bane a wry smile. "Sorry, I... It's my impulse, but even if you're not with me, I hope you can find someone who can make you happy."

Every word he spoke now seemed to be a sharp blade gouging out of his heart.

"Bert Ron isn't really right for you," said Ron.

This last sentence is the most important one.

Bane is also very helpless, she also does not want to provoke this great god, way: "you really misunderstood, you fast past, he is betz · reed's fiance, you don't misunderstand."

This persuaded Ward, who took one last look at Bane and left. She really did not want to see her embarrassed.

Bane relaxed after Ward had left, but his nerves tightened again when he caught Bert's look.

How could the great man have been forgotten?

"You're here to see your fiancee, aren't you? You come with me, she is here, and I do not care for the rest."

Then she was going to take Bert with her, but what Bert said left her stunned.

"I arranged that man."

Bane could not move any further, and it was a long time before he realized what Bert had meant, a look of surprise on his face.

"What? You set that guy up? So you knew about it? ! That she......"

"Be!"

Bane looked at Bert as if he were looking at a psycho.

"Are you kidding? Did you find someone to greenlight you?"

Bert leaned against the wall, the rage gone, a languid grandeur radiating, and standing in the dim light made his figure look slender and shapely.

"Mrs. Ron's place is too good for her," said Ron.

Bane bit his lip, feeling at once that he had too much on his plate.

"Is I meddle, you say with me directly is you to arrange of line, return deliberately run to come over why?"

Is it idle farting?

Wrong, the average person will not look for someone to green their own ah, don't... He's going to return this fiancee?

Bane soon comprehended Bert's motive, and a sudden chill came over him.

Her eyes fell upon Bert in the dim light, and she was stunned. For a moment, she felt a little pity for Betsy, for the horror of a man who would use such a scheme against his fiancee.

Bert smiled at her, and said, "Why? Feel sorry for her?"

Bane pressed his lower lip. "No," he said, "I didn't feel sorry for her. If she hadn't moved, that wouldn't have been the result."

That's what happened, and Burt's tactics were terrible.

Others straightened up, their faces nonchalant. "Are you still thinking about Ward Jonathan?"

"No, you mustn't talk nonsense. I have nothing to do with him."

"Isn't he your ex-boyfriend?"

"Bane said angrily." Would you mind not checking people out?"

"I hate when people lie to me."

Especially you.

Bane had no desire to quarrel with Bert in such a place.

"Whether I'm related to him or not, it's none of your business, Mr. Ron, but I'm going to find my colleague."

"Mr. Ron?"

Bane did not know what to say, for she remembered what Bert had said last time, that Bert Ron was all right, and Mr. Ron was all right, and for a moment she felt awkward.

"Bert Ron, what on earth are you up to?

"Quit your job, huh?"

"How do you know?"

"That's the only thing that makes Ward Jonathan nervous."

Is this man so good at reading people's minds?

Bane didn't want to hide it either. He nodded and said, "Yes, we'll be all right when we finish this month."

Bert's lips curled into a faint smile, and he was clearly in good spirits.

"Well, you can start next month."

"I didn't promise you."

"Huh?"

"I'll think about it..."

"I don't have that much patience."

"All right."

Bane felt she was in Bert's power, and she longed to avoid him, but she could not.

"I'm going over."

Bert stood without answering, and Bane, after a moment's reflection, returned to her old seat. She went by, looking specifically at the one where Betsy Reed was, and found that the two men had left.

As he sat down, Bane looked over to the toilet and saw that Bert was still standing there, not leaving.

Bane's heart was in a mess.

It was all a phone call, and Bert was here, and, most of all, he had arranged the affair with Betsy Reed, so why did he come so soon?

In order to her?

Bane quickly suppressed this absurd thought. It couldn't be. How could Bert have come for her? His status is so noble, is precious extraordinary existence, can not come for her.

Perhaps he was lying? Is trying to cover up the fact that it's green?

Bane couldn't figure it out, and by the time she pulled her thoughts back, Bert was no longer there.

"What's the matter, Bane? Why don't you say anything?"

Bane quickly replied, "Sorry, I was just thinking."

"Well, let's have a toast! We all know one another. In any case, brilliant futures await us!"

Bane raised his glass, touched it with the others, and was ready to go straight to work.

The first sip upset her stomach, and Bane didn't dare drink more, so she drank only half of the glass, which made her miserable.

"Bane Reed, you are so boring. Why did you only drink half of it?"

'Yes, yes! Drink it all up! A whole cup!"

Maria rose to join in. "You see, when everyone has finished, you have done all the work."

Bane couldn't take it. It was just the right illness, and the first half of the glass was too much for her, so she stopped drinking.

This naturally spoiled everyone's fun, and at once some people shouted out in a drunken rage: "Why don't you even give me such a face? Do you despise us if you don't even give us a glass of wine?"

Bane's face went white in an instant.

At that moment, Ward took the remaining half of Bane's glass and went straight to work.

"She can't drink now. Why are you forcing her?"