Chapter 882

My poor brother, who is a "licking dog," was played around with by you. Ms. Palmer is also quite cunning.

"Ralda…" Quentin looked at me somewhat embarrassed, as if pleading with me to give him a little bit of face.

I really laughed to death.

When they dealt with Vonnie, they never thought about giving her a way out.

Kimberly said anxiously, "Ms. Duffy, please don’t speak recklessly. It’s fine if you tarnish my reputation, but don’t involve Reynaldo."

And Reynaldo, wasn’t he also nice to you, but you were still thinking about my brother Anton?

So Ms. Duffy should stop laughing at others.

Suddenly being called out, Anton furrowed his brows tightly.

Reynaldo’s face had completely darkened.

The other onlookers all turned to look at me.

I sneered in my heart.

Kimberly really did it; she “dragged everyone into it.”

Come on, who’s afraid of her?

I was about to retort, but Reynaldo suddenly placed the wine glass on the table, with a subtle movement but a loud sound.

He said without much emotion, “Have you had enough of the fuss?”

A very calm sentence, but it made those few small investors all bury their heads and remain silent.

Gilbert wiped his mouth slowly and leisurely, as if he had eaten and drunk his fill.

Anton turned his wine glass, his face calm and composed.

Vonnie glared at Kimberly, her face full of disgust.

Johnathan hung his head, looking a bit pale, and it was unclear what he was speculating in the dark.

Hudson was on pins and needles, looking eager to end the uncomfortable dinner party.

Quentin’s face was complex, his brows furrowed in thought.

Kimberly pouted, tears in her eyes, still looking aggrieved.

My gaze passed over everyone and finally landed on Reynaldo’s indifferent face.

I chuckled and said, “Then please, Mr. Humphrey, make it clear who was causing the trouble.”

Reynaldo leaned back slightly, resting against the back of the chair.

He looked at me, half-smiling, and said, “Am I bothering you?”

The crowd looked at Reynaldo suspiciously, but dared not say anything.

The atmosphere at the dinner table became increasingly strange and oppressive.

Everyone seemed to be waiting for a “hero,” waiting for the “hero” to speak up and say, “Let’s end this dinner party and go our separate ways.”

But the scene remained silent for a full minute, and there was no ‘hero‘ appearing.

Those small investors even frequently looked towards Gilbert, placing all their hopes on him.

Unfortunately, Gilbert always acted like an outsider, only caring about his own eating and drinking.

In the end, Reynaldo opened his mouth and said, “Let’s call it a night for this dinner party. Did everyone enjoy the meal?”

I have eaten, I have eaten…!

The crowd waited for this sentence, nodding in agreement and waiting for him to say “The end.”

Little did they know that his next sentence would leave everyone dumbfounded.

“I heard that the male models at Twilight Club are very good; shall we go and have some fun?”

Everyone stared at each other with wide eyes, looking puzzled.

They must have been thinking, “They are all big men, going to the club to have fun, not to watch male models.”

It seems that no one present could guess why Reynaldo mentioned “male models.”

Only I knew the reason behind it.

I got drunk last night and apparently asked him to find me a male model.

Chapter 82

I have to say, Reynaldo really “sweats the small stuff” in some things.

Vonnie quietly tugged at my sleeve under the table.

“Ralda, why did Reynaldo suddenly invite us to see male models? It’s so random.”