Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 289: The Shameful Scheme

Mor turned her head to glance at Audrey Sutton, pointing outside the hotel: "Went out to take a call."

Audrey Sutton looked at Mor twice, thinking Mor shouldn’t be the type to lie, shouldn’t be covering for Shane.

Even with these thoughts in mind, Audrey Sutton’s steps still headed towards the bar entrance.

Before reaching the door, she saw Shane coming in from outside and bumped right into him.

Shane walked straight to her and asked, head lowered: "Where are you going?"

Audrey Sutton blurted: "I thought you’d left."

"Would I leave without calling you?" Shane had already seen through her little thoughts, "Afraid I ran off with another woman, huh?"

Audrey Sutton snorted coldly: "If you ran off, then so be it."

"Someone would be back home crying under the covers."

Audrey Sutton pretended not to understand: "Who?"

Shane gave her a sidelong glance, suddenly leaned closer, and Audrey Sutton reflexively shrank her neck back, thinking he was going to kiss her in front of everyone, but he just sniffed and straightened up, asking: "You drank?"

Seeing as he smelled the alcohol, Audrey Sutton chuckled, pinching her thumb and index finger together: "Just a tiny bit."

She thought he would scold her, but instead he said: "As long as I’m here, feel free to drink, just don’t get drunk."

Audrey Sutton smoothly replied: "I only drank because you were here."

Shane glanced at her, raised his watch to check the time, and said: "Home by eleven."

"What time is it now?" Audrey Sutton asked while grabbing his wrist, tilting her head to look at the watch’s time, there’s still about an hour left—plenty.

"Alright, then I’ll head over. You have to behave, okay?" With those words, Audrey Sutton turned and walked towards her group of girlfriends.

Shane looked at her back and grumbled discontentedly: "Who knows who should be telling who to behave."

As the night deepened, the bar entered its daily climax.

The men and women in the dance floor immersed in revelry, releasing a day’s worth of pressure. It seemed only at this moment do their souls truly belong to freedom.

Flora Lane slipped back from the dance floor, sat on the sofa arm, seemingly thirsty, grabbed her glass and finished the drink, laughing: "That handsome guy I just danced with left his number."

She proudly shook her phone, as if saying, "I’ve still got my charm, not losing my touch from years ago."

Audrey Sutton smiled and said to her: "Didn’t you say no dating unless you get rich?"

Flora Lane pretended to be deep and sighed: "I’m coming to terms with it now, finding a wealthy bachelor is tough, but making money on my own is even tougher. I’m thinking of testing my luck, maybe some young millionaire will like me, and I’ll save twenty years of hard work."

Everyone knew Flora was just being glib. If a wealthy bachelor really turned up, she would definitely suspect them of having ulterior motives.

"This drink is too bland, like juice, makes me want to pee without feeling drunk. I’m off to the bathroom, Brother Seraphina can you charge my phone with your power bank? It’s about to shut down. I don’t want the handsome guy to call me and not find me."

Seraphina Vaughn gave her a sidelong glance, but still took Flora Lane’s phone and connected it to the power bank in the purse.

Flora Lane then felt at ease heading to the restroom.

Though she had drunk quite a bit, the alcohol wasn’t strong, similar to beer, and with Flora’s tolerance, this amount of alcohol is indeed like drinking plain water.

The corridors leading to the restroom were noticeably quieter and more deserted than the main hall, just glimpses of a few staff and people taking calls.

Flora Lane hummed a tune as she entered the bathroom, stepped into a stall, and heard someone next door on a call.

Even though the person’s voice was low, in a quiet bathroom, it was quite audible.

"Yes, just make sure she doesn’t notice anything, or it’ll all be for nothing."

After two seconds.

"Just be careful yourself, I’ll head back now, my husband is picking me up."

Flora Lane found the voice somewhat familiar but couldn’t recall where she had heard it before.

The content of the chat didn’t reveal much, but it felt like some shady business.

She heard the stall door open, heels clicking towards the exit, and Flora Lane hastily wiped and adjusted her skirt, and quickly followed out.

She didn’t rush out to see who it was, instead, she hid a bit, the view from the sink area was wide, she just hid behind the wall and took a glance, confirming the woman was still washing her hands.

That glance was too quick, she didn’t clearly see who it was.

As she heard the water stop flowing, the heels sounded again, getting farther, Flora Lane then came out from behind the wall, running to the corner by the sink, sneakily watching the corridor that led to the main hall.

The woman only gave her a glimpse of her back, Flora Lane stared for quite a while, the more she looked the more familiar it felt, and after twisting her brain finally realized—it was Clarissa Morgan!

This woman is no saint, who was she calling in the bathroom? What’s she planning? Could it be related to her Sutton?

Countless questions surfaced in Flora Lane’s head, yet there wasn’t a single answer.

While analyzing seriously, a hand suddenly patted her shoulder, scaring Flora nearly to death.

"Is it really you? What a coincidence!"

Seeing the man speaking to her, Flora Lane was even more astonished as if seeing a ghost.

Such a narrow escape, she dodged him plenty before and after, yet couldn’t avoid today, huh?

Could he be here to ask for car repair compensation?

Flora Lane smiled awkwardly, thinking whether to pretend not to know him, or pretend not to know him?

But the other party didn’t give her that chance, straightly asked: "You left so hastily that day, I didn’t get to apologize, are you alright?"

Hearing the other man’s politeness, Flora Lane became more embarrassed, so she had to act like she just remembered: "Oh~ it’s you, such a coincidence, huh."

"Glad you’re alright."

With those four words, the man smiled, nodded, then walked away.

Flora Lane was stunned, thinking Audrey Sutton said this man was flirtatious, wasn’t she?

She thought she’d be hit on, invited for a drink or a dance, she even planned how to refuse him, but this man just turned and left?

And with such a polite demeanor, speaking so courteously, doesn’t seem like the type to shuttle among women.

But men are best at disguising, using false faces to lure young girls, this Flora Lane knew well, after all, these morally formal men, she had encountered more than once or twice.

However, she still couldn’t understand why he didn’t flirt with her. Isn’t she beautiful? Isn’t her figure good?

She turned and looked at herself in the mirror by the sink, proudly standing up straight, mysteriously asking the mirror: "Mirror, mirror, tell me, who is the most beautiful woman in the world?"

Next, Flora Lane switched voices, mimicking the mirror: "Correct, you are still the most beautiful woman in the world."