Chapter 190 Let's Go Get a Room

Simon's lips curled into a smile as he chased after her.

His girlfriend just had a breakup; shouldn't he show some concern?

Lyle returned to the dinner party looking dejected, forcing a smile as he continued to toast the big shots.

Juniper had dumped him and wasn't susceptible to his threats, so this dinner was his last chance.

"Mr. Johnson, we've met a few times. Today is the first time I have the honor to toast you. I hope you'll look after me in the future."

In previous dinners, Lyle hadn't even had the chance to get close to the big shots, let alone toast them.

Oliver, smirking, crossed his arms. "What's your name again?"

"Lyle."

"Right, Lyle. You can hold your liquor, can't you?"

"Not really, I can barely manage a few drinks."

"I heard you're here today to vie for the third male lead in Conrad's show?"

Lyle's expression became serious. "You mean..."

"It's not impossible to give it to you, right, Mr. Wall?"

Conrad raised an eyebrow. Although he didn't understand what Oliver was up to, he was happy to give him this favor. "Of course."

Lyle's eyes lit up.

Oliver continued, "There's just one small request. It should be easy for you."

"Go ahead."

"Drink all the alcohol on the table, and the role is yours."

As soon as he said this, everyone looked at Lyle with amusement.

Lyle's face turned grim. "Mr. Johnson, you're making things difficult for me."

"Yes, I am. Of course, you can choose not to drink, but then the role will go to someone else."

There was more than one type of alcohol on the table.

Drinking it all would be life-threatening.

But Lyle hesitated for only a moment before making his choice. "I'll drink."

Oliver clapped. "Good."

As Lyle tilted his head back to chug the drinks, Oliver took out his phone to text Simon: [Done as you asked]

[Why are you messing with him? Just because he put his arm around your girlfriend?]

[Isn't she a fake girlfriend? Aren't you both just having fun? What's this about then?]

Three messages sent, no response.

Because at that moment, Simon was following Juniper into a bar.

She really knew how to have fun.

She had just dumped Lyle and was now happily clubbing.

During this time, a man approached her to chat.

Juniper glanced at him and said, "Too old, not interested."

Then she walked away.

The man was left standing there, gritting his teeth, looking upset.

Simon sat in a booth, laughing so hard his stomach hurt.

"What are you laughing at?" Juniper came down from the dance floor, walked over to Simon, and kicked him. "Is it that funny?"

"It's hilarious, haha!"

"You're as old as he is. Laughing at him is like laughing at yourself." Juniper knew how to mock people.

Juniper sat down and poured herself a drink without hesitation.

Having just finished a dance, her sweat hadn't dried, and her breathing was still a bit heavy.

But the feeling of letting loose was really great!

"By the way, why did you follow me? Isn't the dinner party still going on?" Juniper asked casually.

"Not interested. When did you notice me?"

"When you entered the bar. Do you need something?"

Simon raised his glass, half-smiling. "Got bitten by your pet. I was afraid you'd be upset and cry."

"Upset over something so trivial? How weak do you think I am?"

"Aren't women sensitive?"

"Hey, you're wrong there. I have a heart of stone."

Simon couldn't help but laugh.

"Why are you always laughing?" Juniper was annoyed.

"What, should I cry instead?"

"Sure, I'll hand you a tissue."

Simon took out a lighter.

Juniper gestured.

He handed her the lighter, thinking she was being considerate and would help him light his cigarette.

But Juniper knocked his hand away. "I want a cigarette! Why are you giving me a lighter? You're so clueless."

Simon lit one for himself first. This time, without Juniper's reminder, he obediently held the lighter up to light her cigarette.

The flame illuminated Juniper's face.

She lowered her head to light the cigarette, her teeth biting the tip, her red lips leaving a noticeable lipstick mark on the filter.

Simon was momentarily stunned.

"Hey, put out the lighter."

"Oh!" He put the lighter away and stuffed it back into his pocket.

They stayed in the bar for two hours, finished a bottle of alcohol, and by the time they left, it was already early morning.

Both had been drinking, so they couldn't drive.

Juniper planned to call a designated driver, but the app showed 36 people ahead of her in line.

"Forget it. With all the bars around here and it being so late, it'll take hours to get a car."

"Then I'll just call a cab and come back for my car tomorrow."

But the queue for cabs was even more ridiculous!

Juniper was exasperated. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. "How are you planning to get home?"

Simon replied, "I'm not going home."

"What do you mean?"

"See that hotel across the street?"

Juniper nodded. "I see it. So?"

"It's mine."

"So?"

Simon said, "We'll just stay at the hotel. Why go home? Silly."

Juniper suddenly understood. "Alright, let's stay there tonight."

Simon almost choked and was stunned.

"What are you standing there for? Let's go get a room!"

Juniper laughed as she crossed the street, the night wind lifting her loose hair, her long legs, and slim waist, carefree and beautiful.

Simon quickly followed. "Slow down! Watch for cars!"

At the hotel front desk, Simon said, "Get her a room."

"Yes, Sir."

Juniper asked, "What about you? Aren't you getting a room?"

Simon said, "I have a permanent suite here."

He could stay whenever he wanted.

"Then get me a permanent room too."

Simon laughed in exasperation. "You're really demanding, aren't you?"

"As your only officially recognized girlfriend, shouldn't I have at least this much privilege at a Miller family hotel? Wouldn't it be embarrassing otherwise?" Juniper was quite justified.

"Alright," Simon wasn't stingy, "give her a permanent suite."

With the same privileges as his.

Juniper smirked. "That's more like it."

They took their room cards and went up to the top floor. Their rooms were opposite each other, and they each swiped their cards to enter.

Simon took a shower and was about to lie down.

"Sir, this is the new girl." The hotel manager smiled as he brought a woman to knock on the door, then he said to the woman, "Be smart and take good care of Mr. Miller."

"Yes." The woman, shy and demure, had a voice that could melt butter.

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