Chapter 239 He Doesn't Like Forcing Girls
The lively gathering gradually subsided as the attendees began to partake in food and drink, engaging in animated conversation. Laura, however, retreated into herself, nursing a glass of juice with a somber expression. Fanny, wary of appearing too intimate with Laura in the public eye, maintained a careful distance. She was conscious of the potential complications that could arise with Max when she transitioned to EU. After an hour of jovial camaraderie, the group departed for their next destination. The venue was determined by a random draw, leading them to the trendy New York nightclub, 'Liquid Liberty'. Violet had initially planned to return home to her children post-gathering, but the persistent coaxing from Max and the others in the design department, who had recently warmed up to her, swayed her decision. Thus, she found herself reluctantly accompanying them to Liquid Liberty. Liquid Liberty was a hotspot among the younger crowd, typically attracting the affluent and the famous. Though it did see some ordinary patrons, the steep prices often deterred them from frequenting the establishment. Max, eager to treat everyone, booked a VIP table, shelling out $5,000 in one fell swoop. The final tab for drinks and beverages amounted to a staggering $30,000. To Max, who earned an annual salary of $50,000, this sum was not insubstantial. However, with his additional design commissions, his total annual income rose to $70,000. Thus, the extravagant expenditure that night barely made him bat an eye. He viewed it as a necessary expense to win over the woman he liked.As long as Violet was content, Max was willing. Violet, however, was not in the mood for revelry. The blaring music of the nightclub was a stark contrast to her preference for tranquility. Nevertheless, she didn't want to isolate herself from the group and attempted to acclimate to the boisterous atmosphere. "Violet, I'll take you home later," Max offered, presenting her with a bottle of juice. "It is not safe for a woman to take a taxi alone at night.""No need, Mr. Green. I can leave early," Violet demurred, anxious to avoid any potential misconceptions. Max, however, was resolute in his intent to confess his feelings that night. "It's late, and I worry about you. Violet, please don't decline. I won't be at ease if you leave alone."Violet, however, didn't require his assistance. "Mr. Green, I can arrange for a friend to collect me. I'll be safe," she assured him. Max was momentarily speechless.
After a pause, he said, "Alright." He was not one to impose his will on women. If she preferred her friend's company, he wouldn't persist. Nevertheless, he remained steadfast in his decision to confess his feelings that night. "May I at least accompany you to the door later?" he proposed, eager to seize any opportunity. Violet didn't object and nodded in agreement. "Okay.""Then it's settled," Max responded, his voice betraying his nervousness. He had never confessed his feelings to a woman before. "Alright," Violet concurred, not giving it much thought. She continued to sip her juice leisurely while the rest of the office staff had already migrated to the dance floor, losing themselves in the music. Only Violet, Max, and a handful of senior employees, including Laura, remained at the table. Each was engrossed in their thoughts, the silence punctuated only by the occasional clink of glassware. Max, however, made a point to refill Violet's drink attentively. Laura, seething with jealousy, was on the verge of shattering the glass in her hand. Her frustration mounted with each passing moment until she could no longer contain it, storming off to the dance floor to vent her anger. As Max continued to dote on Violet, a handsome man leaned casually against the railing on the second floor, his gaze fixed on Violet's table. After a moment, he instructed the assistant at his side, "Go and bring Violet upstairs."The assistant, understanding his directive, promptly descended the stairs.
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