That Night My Boss Left Me With Our Three Babies

Meanwhile, in the VIP box upstairs, Victor was watching a few pot-bellied middle-aged men clinking glasses with an expressionless face.

When he picked up Sophia in the afternoon, she was in a low mood. After returning home, she threw a tantrum at him.

Victor could more or less guess the reason. It was nothing more than not seeing Olivia, or Olivia being cold towards Sophia.

Ultimately, the problem lay with him.

Because of him, Olivia had to keep her distance from Sophia.

This matter had put Victor in a bad mood all night.

Now, watching these middle-aged men discuss for a long time without coming up with a satisfactory cooperation plan, he felt even more irritated.

“You guys continue talking; I’m going out for some fresh air,” Victor said coldly as he stood up.

Seeing this, the men didn’t dare say anything and watched him stride out with awkward expressions.

The box faced the dance floor downstairs. As Victor came out, his gaze inevitably fell on the dance floor below.

He saw a familiar figure flash by his sight.

Victor abruptly stopped in his tracks.

The lights on the dance floor flickered unpredictably, and that figure seemed like an illusion. When he looked again, it was already gone.

After staring at the dance floor for a long time without seeing that figure again, Victor slowly retracted his gaze, unable to help but mock himself.

He didn’t know what kind of magic Olivia had. Just a casual glance would make him hallucinate.

Just as he was about to turn back, suddenly, a particularly loud cheer erupted from a booth downstairs.

Almost everyone in the bar turned to look in that direction.

Victor was no exception.

Seeing the people in that booth, Victor’s eyes darkened sharply.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

He thought he was hallucinating, but it turned out Olivia had just gotten tired from dancing and returned to the booth to rest!

Moreover, she was surrounded by many men and even clinked glasses with one of them, laughing and chatting.

The cheer seemed to have erupted because of their actions.

Their relationship appeared very ambiguous.

Downstairs, Olivia clinked glasses with Larry and drank it all in one go.

Another round of cheers erupted around them.

Putting down her glass, Olivia felt something strange. While drinking just now, it seemed like someone was watching her from afar.

She looked in the direction of that gaze but only saw darkness.

For some reason, that gaze inexplicably reminded her of Victor.

For a moment, Olivia couldn’t drink anymore.

“I’m a bit tired; I want to go home first,” Olivia said apologetically to everyone, then got up and walked to her best friend. “It’s getting late; let’s head back.”

Isabelle had been drinking for quite some time and was almost drunk. Hearing Olivia’s words, she nodded drowsily, “Okay, you guys have fun; we’ll leave first…”

Saying this, she reached out to Olivia.

Olivia helped her up and, struggling a bit, supported her while bidding farewell to everyone.

“I’ll take you guys,” Larry stood up and said. “You seem to be struggling; let me help you get her to the car.”

Olivia hesitated for a moment. Looking at her friend who could barely stand, she reluctantly agreed, “Then I’ll trouble you.”

After spending some time with him tonight, she had a fairly good impression of this man. Besides, she had also drunk quite a bit and was indeed struggling to support Isabelle at this moment.

Seeing her agree, Larry stepped forward to help. Just as he was about to lend a hand, a deep voice mixed with displeasure sounded from behind.

“Thank you for your kind offer, but I’ll take them home. No need to trouble yourself, Mr. Kemp.”