Chapter 830 Taking an Unconventional Path
"Alright, let's drink." Dean Palmer raised his glass, shot Susan a sly grin, and downed his drink in one go.
Susan, knowing she couldn't handle her liquor, just took a tiny sip.
But Dean wasn't having it. "I finished mine. Why'd you only take a sip?"
"I'm not good with alcohol," Susan admitted.
Dean wasn't about to let her off the hook. "A woman who comes here and says she can't drink? Are you kidding me?"
He reached out and put his arm around her shoulder.
Susan instinctively leaned away when his hand touched her skin.
But Dean tightened his grip and pulled her closer.
"Fine, I'll drink, okay?" Susan had no choice but to down the entire cocktail.
"That's the spirit!" Dean clapped his hands.
"Mr. Palmer?" A stern voice came from above Susan's head.
She looked up to see Seb, leaning on a cane, standing in front of them with a dark, displeased look.
Meeting Seb's icy gaze, Susan felt like she was plunged into a cold pool.
'Why's he looking at me like that? Is he jealous of Dean? If he's jealous, does that mean he still cares about me?' Susan's heart fluttered with hope.
"Mr. Anderson, you're back? Please, have a seat!" Dean greeted warmly.
Seb hesitated, then sat on the couch, his eyes never leaving Susan. "Mr. Palmer, who is this?"
Dean quickly introduced her with a smile, "This is Ms. Wilson."
Seb's lips tightened, and he asked coldly, "When did you two meet?"
"Just now," Dean replied, still smiling.
Seb frowned.
Dean then said, "Mr. Anderson, here's our cooperation contract. Please take a look. If it's good, you can sign it. If there are any issues, I'll have my secretary fix them, okay?"
Dean respectfully placed the document in front of Seb.
"I don't like discussing business with women around," Seb said without even glancing at the document.
Dean was taken aback, glanced at Susan, and then smiled. "Mr. Anderson, I just met Ms. Wilson. Don't worry, she knows nothing. She's just here for a drink. Once you sign the contract, I'll take her away!"
"Away? Where are you taking her?" Seb's voice immediately grew louder.
Susan looked up at Seb, feeling his genuine displeasure. Did this mean he cared about her?
Dean was momentarily stunned, then smiled. "The night is still young. I'm going to spend the rest of it with this beautiful woman."
Susan couldn't help but cough at Dean's words.
Dean was really wishful thinking, when did she say that she would spend the night with him? But it was no wonder, today she was dressed like this, and appeared in this kind of occasion, and even took the initiative to come over to hit on him, so it probably made him think she was a hooker.
But this was exactly what she wanted—to see how Seb would react.
Seb smirked coldly. "Then I wish you both a pleasant evening."
His face darkened as he reached for the document on the coffee table and started reading.
Seeing that he had no reaction other than looking annoyed, Susan felt a bit disappointed.
While Seb was reading, Dean kept toasting Susan. She had no choice but to play along to keep up the act.
At first, Seb was seriously reading the document. But soon, he started fidgeting, tugging at his tie, and flipping through the pages carelessly.
Finally, Seb closed the document and said to Dean, "Mr. Palmer, this contract needs a lot of revisions. I'll have my secretary email you the changes tomorrow."
Seb stood up.
Dean quickly followed, looking shocked. "Mr. Anderson, many revisions? I thought we were almost done. I expected we'd sign today."
"I didn't review it carefully last time. Today, I found many issues. Let's discuss it further and meet again next time." Seb turned and left, leaning on his cane, without even glancing at Susan.
"Mr. Anderson." Dean chased after him, but Seb didn't look back.
Susan panicked. 'How could he just leave? What am I supposed to do now? Without him, how can I keep this act going?'
She hurriedly stood up, ready to leave.
Dean turned and saw her. "Ms. Wilson, where are you going?"
"I just remembered I have something to do. Excuse me," Susan said, grabbing her bag.
But Dean grabbed her wrist. "Ms. Wilson, you promised to spend the night with me. You can't go back on your word!"
Susan was terrified. "When did I promise you? You must be mistaken!"
Dean smiled. "You didn't object when I mentioned it to Mr. Anderson earlier, which means you agreed!"
"I never agreed to that. Let go of me!" Susan tried to break free, but she was no match for him.
Dean dragged her out of the bar.
"Let go of me!" Susan struggled, but no one in the bar paid any attention. Scenes like this were too common.
Outside, the neon lights were dazzling, and the night was deep. No one noticed a slightly drunk man dragging a woman.
Dean's driver, used to his boss's antics, opened the back door without a second thought.
Susan wanted to escape, but it was impossible. With a strong push, Dean shoved her into the back seat of the car.
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