Chapter 185 Marlowe Scolds Michelle
Michelle sauntered up to Marlowe. "Whoa, it really is you, Marlowe. I just told Grant that back looked like yours, but he thought I was nuts."
Her voice was as soft and sweet as a spring breeze, and she had this charming smile plastered on her face.
Marlowe didn’t even glance her way, but she caught the mention of Grant's name.
If Kevin was around, then Grant had to be nearby too. Michelle mentioned Grant, so she must’ve been with him. Just as this thought hit her, a familiar whiff of men’s cologne drifted over.
She turned her head and, sure enough, there was Grant standing next to her. Dressed head-to-toe in black, he oozed mature charm, his face a stone-cold mask.
But then she noticed Michelle was wearing a brown men’s coat that looked all too familiar—she had bought it for Grant. Suddenly, it felt like a punch to the gut, and her mind went blank.
It was like she had a lump in her throat, and her nose tingled with a strong sense of sourness. She took a deep breath to keep it together, but even breathing made her chest ache.
She didn’t say a word to Michelle, but Stephanie, who was standing nearby, was floored. Right in front of her was one of her favorite dancers, Michelle.
"Hey, are you Michelle?" Stephanie asked, her voice all jittery.
Dancers always had this certain grace and gentleness, and Michelle was no exception. She smiled slightly. "Yep, that’s me. And you are?"
"Hey there, I’m Stephanie Lewis. Marlowe and I work together." Stephanie had no clue about the history between Marlowe and Michelle, nor did she know who the dashing and stern Grant was. She just assumed they were Marlowe’s pals and chatted away happily.
"Colleagues?" Michelle asked, almost on autopilot.
Stephanie replied with enthusiasm, "Yeah, Marlowe and I work at the same dance studio."
But then Michelle’s face twisted in surprise. "Marlowe, why are you working? Grant actually..."
"Ms. Hoilt, stop calling me Marlowe. Are we that tight? I’m just full. Don’t make me sick, or I might hurl on you." Marlowe cut her off, her voice icy and merciless. "How can you be so shameless, always trying to cozy up to me? You might not find it gross, but I do! I told you five years ago, if we ever meet again, steer clear of me. I don’t want you dirtying my sight!"
Without waiting for a response, Marlowe turned and walked away.
Stephanie was also taken aback by Marlowe’s sudden harsh words. Given Marlowe’s usual chill demeanor, she wouldn’t normally blow up like that, so what had set her off?
Not dwelling on it too much, Stephanie awkwardly nodded to Michelle and the others before hurrying after Marlowe.
Michelle was left feeling totally humiliated by Marlowe's outburst. She thought Marlowe would keep it cool with Grant around, but nope, she got roasted right in front of him.
Kevin had never seen Marlowe lose her cool like that, dropping such harsh words. He sneaked a peek at Grant, who seemed to be enjoying the show, a faint smile playing on his lips.
What the heck was going on?
Just as Michelle was fumbling for words, Grant spoke up, all indifferent, "Let's bounce."
Kevin stayed quiet.
Wasn't Grant gonna go after Marlowe?
Michelle let out a sigh of relief, glad he wasn't mad.
Actually, the only reason she was having dinner with him today was because of work. Her company had snagged an endorsement deal with the Scott Group, and Grant thought it was important enough to handle personally.
As for the coat, a waiter had spilled juice on her earlier. Since she was a public figure, Grant lent her his coat to save her from embarrassment.
They hadn't chatted much during the meal.
"Grant, your coat, I..." Michelle started to say in the car, but Grant cut her off with his cold voice. "Ms. Hoilt, we're not that close. Call me Mr. Scott. And take off the coat."
Michelle didn't dare hesitate and immediately took off the coat. "Mr. Scott, thanks for earlier."
"Kevin, take it and get it cleaned. Make sure it's disinfected," Grant said coldly.
Kevin replied, "Got it."
Kevin reached out to take the coat.
Michelle was so stiff she didn't know what to say. Grant's words had hit her like a ton of bricks.
Grant's usually mesmerizing face was now filled with coldness. His deep eyes were icy and unfeeling. He lifted his eyelids slightly before leaning back in the leather seat to rest.
Meanwhile, Marlowe and Stephanie got back to the dance studio and chilled for a bit before their afternoon classes.
Stephanie was dying of curiosity but didn't dare ask, making her super distracted during the afternoon class. On the flip side, Marlowe seemed totally unfazed.
In the afternoon, Victoria got an unexpected call from Nolan.
"Ms. Kennedy, got time to meet?" Nolan's casual voice came through.
"If it's important, you can say it over the phone." For Victoria, not everything needed a face-to-face, though it depended on who it was.
Nolan was just one of her many business partners.
And she was sure he wasn't calling about business, so there was even less need to meet.
Nolan chuckled at her bluntness, "We don't have any personal issues, so what are you afraid of?"
Victoria's mouth twitched slightly.
Nolan really didn't know how to talk properly.
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