Chapter 253: You Won’t Find a Prince in a Dumpster

Sienna’s handbag hit the floor with a thud, its contents sprawling out. “Sorry,” replied the man, promptly beginning to gather her scattered items. “Don’t worry about it,” Sienna said as she took the items from his hands.

When she lifted her gaze to the man who helped her, Sienna’s heartbeat quickened, and her mind went blank. “Miss? Miss?” A nearby waiter, noticing her phone’s incessant ringing, attempted to draw her attention.

Yet, Sienna was unresponsive, her attention wholly captivated by the visage of the man from earlier. She spun on her heel suddenly. Her focus was directed solely at the men’s restroom door. On a sudden impulse, Sienna charged into the men’s restroom.

“What the hell!” “What is a woman doing in here?” “Damn! Is this not the men’s room?”

As various shouts rang out, men adjusted their attire in haste and exited swiftly. Sienna, however, paid no mind to the uproar, her eyes intensely focused on Caleb’s profile. When Caleb faced her, emotions surged within Sienna, her bitterness rising and tears clouding her vision.

“Hey, are you okay?” Caleb asked, concerned by her swift change from joy to sorrow. He narrowed his eyes, half-wondering if she was an old flame seeking retribution.

As she collected herself, Sienna forced a shaky smile. “I’m fine.” Turning away, her tears cascaded, marring her makeup. The realization hit her hard; she hadn’t moved on from him…

Sienna’s enthusiasm for the game faded in an instant. She pulled out her phone and called for a driver. Under the glow of a streetlamp, she watched as a group exited a restaurant on the opposite sidewalk. Her gaze locked on Warren, who leaned heavily on his assistant for support.

Once the others had dispersed, Warren made his way to a nearby trash can, where he began retching painfully. Sienna watched, a perverse sense of relief washing over her, lightening her spirits. She couldn’t help but smirk, pulling out her phone to capture Warren’s pitiful state. She quickly sent the photos to Vivienne and a voice message, saying, “Just so you know, you’ll never find a prince in a dumpster!”

Lately, the Mitchell family had been reeling from one disaster after another. Vivienne had extracted a large settlement from them, they had been forced to stop their hot spring hotel project, and now, their board members were threatening to pull their investments. Forced to salvage his family’s reputation, Warren found himself attending numerous social events to mend fences.

Normally, Warren wouldn’t have bothered with these minor investors, but given the current dire circumstances, he couldn’t ignore anyone. That evening, he had managed to eat very little, and his stomach was now rebelling.

“Warren,” called Natalie, her voice reaching him from nearby. Warren raised his head to see Natalie approaching swiftly, her figure clad in a nude pink silk dress. “What are you doing here?” he questioned, his expression tense as he shot a questioning look at his assistant.

Caught off guard, the assistant remained silent, but Natalie quickly interjected, “I insisted on coming. The blame is on me. You weren’t answering my calls, and I was so concerned, I had to come check on you.” Her voice trembled slightly, her eyes shimmering with the threat of tears, which lent her an air of tragic delicacy. The light fabric of her outfit, paired with her soft, understated makeup, accentuated her delicate presence, stirring a faint sense of sympathy in Warren.