Chapter 505 The Gigolo You Hired
Rebecca wasn't the kind of bossy sister who forced Howard to do what she wanted. She got that his current major was his real passion. His sudden interest in switching to law was just a passing whim. If she didn't step in now, what if he ended up regretting it later?
Switching majors was no joke. If Howard made the switch and hated it after a few days, going back wouldn't be a walk in the park.
Seeing Rebecca about to leave, Anthony sighed, "If you come with me to a place, I'll talk to your brother."
Rebecca, who had just been all fired up about breaking Howard's legs, plopped back down and leaned over the table. "Where to?" she asked.
Anthony stood up and called the waiter for the bill. "A college buddy's throwing a get-together and wants us to bring our girlfriends," he said.
Rebecca frowned, feeling this was a bad idea. "Can't you find someone else? I can even pay for you to rent one."
Anthony replied, "I just made the call, and you're the only one here."
Following Anthony into the Night Club, Rebecca marveled, "Your friend sure knows how to throw a party, hosting a reunion at a Night Club."
Anthony waved off the server and headed straight for the elevator. "It's a split bill," he said.
Noticing how well he knew the place, Rebecca couldn't help but tease, "Mr. Lewis, you must be a regular here. You know it like the back of your hand."
"Not as often as you." Anthony glanced to the side, his expression a bit cold.
Rebecca followed his gaze and saw a handsome young man in a white shirt and black trousers waving enthusiastically at her. Seeing her look over, he waved even more vigorously.
Rebecca was puzzled. "Who is that?"
She had a bit of face blindness. If someone wasn't familiar or distinctive, she usually couldn't recognize them. Plus, this guy looked like he came off an assembly line, resembling many others.
Anthony withdrew his gaze, his expression indifferent. "The gigolo you hired last time. He even gave you a necklace as a gift before leaving."
Rebecca fell silent.
She couldn't remember the guy, but Anthony's mention of the gift jogged her memory. She recalled that Anthony had bitten her, leaving marks that took a long time to fade. The next day, she had to go home for dinner and stay for two days. Luckily, it was cold, and she could wear a turtleneck, or she would have been wrongly accused. Thinking of this, Rebecca said, "You have the nerve to bring that up."
Anthony responded, "I wasn't the one who hired the gigolo. Why shouldn't I bring it up?"
"That's not what I meant..." Rebecca got stuck halfway through her sentence and just glared at him angrily.
Anthony asked, "What did you mean?"
Rebecca didn't respond, just rolled her eyes at him.
On the third floor, Anthony pushed open the private room door, letting the noise spill out into the hallway. Colorful lights flashed everywhere, and someone was standing in the center with a microphone, singing a high-pitched song in a hoarse voice, which was quite grating.
The booth was filled with people, some playing drinking games, others chatting, all unaffected by the noise.
There were quite a few people, and the atmosphere was lively, but it was different from the grand scene Rebecca had imagined. A class reunion should be packed with people.
Rebecca, never one to hold back her questions, leaned over and asked, "Are these all your classmates? Did the others all fail their courses?"
Anthony replied, "Only the close ones were invited."
College was different from high school. After four years, some classmates knew each other only by name and had never spoken a word. Inviting them wouldn't make sense.
Noticing them, someone inside warmly called out, "Look who it is—the benchmark of our industry! Come in, we've saved the best seat for you!"
Anthony was used to such teasing and showed no change in expression. Someone came over, put an arm around his shoulder, and led him inside. "Anthony, you're really late. We've all been waiting for you. No excuses, you owe us three drinks."
The person was Anthony's former roommate, with whom he had a good relationship, so he was more relaxed around him.
Anthony frowned slightly and pulled Rebecca, who was a step behind, closer to his side. He said, "I drove, so I can't drink."
The guy elongated his voice in a teasing manner, then glanced at Rebecca, who Anthony was protecting. "Is it that you can't drink because you drove, or because someone won't let you? I never thought you'd be so whipped."
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