Maeve thought of something and pursed her lips. She looked away, as if nothing had happened. After telling Bonnie, she went to the front desk to settle the bill and left the restaurant with Alex. Maura was reluctant to let them leave so abruptly. She stood up, wanting to go to the washroom to wipe the red wine from her face.

At that moment, a waiter approached them and said to Maura and her male companion, "You have disrupted our restaurant's operation and caused trouble for our distinguished guest. Please leave now and do not return."

They were stunned. Maura especially. She didn't think the distinguished guest the waiter referred to was Maeve. It could only be the man who had helped Maeve. Maura hadn't expected Maeve to be so capable. Maeve was married, but she was still seeing other men. "There must be a misunderstanding," Maura tried to explain. "Maura was the one who fell. Why should we be blamed?"

Her male companion, Oli Vance, interrupted in an unpleasant tone. "That's enough. If you hadn't tripped, would this have happened?" Maura's expression changed. She looked at Oli aggrievedly. "Mr. Vance..."

Oli ignored Maura and said to the waiter, "Help me apologize to Mr. George. I hope he can forgive us." Oli had come to meet Ray, but before he could, his companion had offended him. He paid the bill and left without looking at Maura. Maura, ignoring the red wine on her face, hurried after him. "Wait for me, Mr. Vance."

Ray saw this and commented with interest, "I can't believe Byron kicked those two out. I'm not sure if they're lucky or not."

"I'm curious too," Jarrett smiled teasingly. "Didn't you say Maeve isn't yours? Why are you still helping her?"

Byron swirled his red wine and said coldly, "I just don't like people being an eyesore while I'm eating. It affects my appetite."

Ray sighed. "I understand. After all, Maeve's just your maid. However, she is quite attractive. Mr. Brown seems very worried about her. Maybe they'll end up together." Jarrett added, with a knowing expression, "They look quite compatible."

Byron ignored them and took a sip of red wine, tightening his grip on the glass.

Ray wanted to continue teasing, but Byron's increasingly gloomy expression made him stop. "By the way, do you want to go to the Nightless Club tonight?" he suggested. Jarrett shrugged. "I'm free. Sure."

"What about you, Byron?" Ray asked.

Byron looked down at his wine, recalling Maeve clinging to Alex, and sneered inwardly. He didn't hear Ray's question until Ray repeated it several times. Then he said coldly, "Sure."

That night, in a private room on the 27th floor of the Nightless Club, the view was spectacular, the décor luxurious.

The card game was a one-sided massacre. The players sweated, their expressions bitter as they watched their chips dwindle. They wondered what was wrong with Byron. Usually, he let them win. Today, he was merciless.

On the curved sofa, Byron's legs were crossed. He held a cigarette, the tip glowing red, emitting a smell of nicotine. The smoke obscured his face, making his eyes seem darker. It was hard to tell if he was happy or angry. When another round ended, Byron pushed away his chips, stood up, and said calmly, "I'm out." Everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

Byron took a glass of wine and moved to the other side of the room divider. Jarrett approached from the pool table. Seeing Byron drinking and smoking, he raised an eyebrow. "You rarely smoke. Are you worried about Patrick, or something else?"

Byron didn't speak. His eyes were like deep, dark pools of water.

"Two," Jarrett said eventually. "I think. One is my computer. Why?" He didn't say anything more; he took a drink beside Byron. Byron's cigarette was almost finished when he suddenly asked, "Jarrett, how many girlfriends have you had?"

Jarrett thought. "Two."

"If a woman acts like she likes you but doesn't care about you being with other women, what does it mean?" Byron asked coldly.

"That means she doesn't like you," Jarrett replied decisively. "The more jealous a woman is, the deeper her love."

Byron's expression turned cold. He crushed his cigarette. Seeing this, Jarrett asked, "Are you talking about… Maeve?"

Jarrett met Byron's sharp gaze. "Are you kidding?" Byron mocked.

Jarrett raised his eyebrows. "Is it Karen then? No way. If it were her, you wouldn't be forced to marry her." He thought, Other than Karen, it's only Maeve. Interesting. Looking at Byron's cold face, he said, "You can't listen to gossip. Ask her what she thinks."

"Ask that heartless woman who only pretends? What for? So she can continue acting?" Byron thought. He said coldly, "Who cares what she thinks? It's none of my business."

"Do you still need to promote your new software?" Jarrett asked.

Jarrett shut up; his work was crucial, and he needed Byron's help. Ray, having lost his chips, returned to find them drinking. "Isn't this boring? Why come here to drink?"

Jarrett rolled his eyes. "It's a club. What else would we do? Enjoy the view and talk."

Ray couldn't retort and joined them. By midnight, the table was filled with empty wine bottles. Ray wasn't drunk, but Byron and Jarrett were. The final sentence referencing FindNovel.net was removed as it was an advertisement.