True Love

7

After learning of my relationship with Garrett, Randall was depressed.

He didn't go to the nightclub or flirt with girls for half a month. He came to work on time and kept bothering me.

He stared at me with a look of curiosity. "What happened between you and Garrett?"

I remained silent and refused to answer.

He became more curious and worried.

He was curious about the story between me and Garrett and was worried that one day I would quit.

When it was almost time to get off work on Friday, he was still in my office. He rested his chin on his hands on the desk and looked at me with a frustrated look on his face. "The thought of you being Garrett's sister bothers me. I guess I won't be able to get away with him for the rest of my life..."

With my eyes on the document, I asked, "Why do you hate him so much?"

Randall was a playboy and didn't care much about anything. But he acted strangely when it came to anything Garrett was involved in.

"No reason. He's just annoying."

Since he wouldn't tell me, I didn't force him to do so, so I didn't say anything.

After a few minutes of silence, Randall said in an upset voice, "He hurt my sister's feelings."

My heart skipped a beat.

"He and my sister went to the same college. I don't know what my sister has seen in him. She lost her head over him. For more than ten years, she has never taken any other man seriously except for Garrett."

I tried my best to sound calm. "They were in a relationship?"

"I don't know." Randall was very frustrated. "Garrett York is a fickle bastard. He didn't reject my sister and he didn't marry her. My sister is in her thirties."

I felt my heart constrict so much that I couldn't breathe.

"I know my sister is also to blame, but it's Garrett who's assumed an ambiguous attitude. If he doesn't like my sister and doesn't want to marry her, he should have told her and made her give up.

"My sister has wasted more than ten years on him!"

Randall patted his head, gasping for breath. "I get angry every time I bring this up."

My eyes were still on the document and the words began to blur.

"What's wrong?" Randall noticed my expression and panicked. "You're upset by what I said about him?"

I said nothing.

"I'm sorry. After all, he's your brother. I shouldn't have spoken ill of him in front of you."

"He's not my brother long ago." I closed the document, stood up with a cold look, and said, "I'm off duty."

I picked up my purse and was about to leave when the office door was pushed open.

Amy Berger was standing at the door.

She was tall and slim and looked wise and gorgeous in her white suit.

She was known as a strong, capable woman. While Randall was drowning himself in wine and pleasure, she had succeeded in making a name for herself in the industry and expanding Creative Wealth.

I didn't know about her relationship with Garrett before, so I didn't pay much attention to her.

But now, many things came to my mind as I saw her.

She and Garrett were a perfect match.

When I was lost in thought, Amy said, "I've invited Garrett for dinner. Join us."

8

"I'm not going." Before I could react, Randall unhappily refused.

Amy said coldly, "It's not up to you. There are other big shots in the business. Go and make some connections."

Randall looked at me sadly, hinting at me to persuade his sister.

I didn't care and nodded. "Okay."

"Josie, don't you hate Garrett as well?" Randall shouted.

I walked up to Amy and said, "I'm going there to learn from the big shots."

Randall showed an expression of disbelief and reluctantly followed me and Amy.

When we arrived at the private room, there were seven or eight men inside. Garrett was sitting up straight with a cigarette between his fingers. The man next to him was leaning over to talk to him, looking very respectful.

Only three empty seats were left. Amy and Randall took their seats.

I looked at the only empty seat to Garrett's left and was confused.

Randall hated Garrett, so it made sense that he didn't want to sit beside Garrett. But what about Amy? Why didn't she sit there?

"Do I have to sit here?" I asked Amy in a quiet voice. I didn't feel like talking or sitting with Garrett now after I knew about the history between him and Amy.

Being such a tactful person, Amy must know that I wanted to switch seats with her.

But she seemed confused. She just nodded, with no intention of switching seats with me.

At this point, Garrett, who hadn't looked at me since I'd walked in the door, turned his head and looked at me with interest.

"You are so afraid of me?" His voice was a little hoarse because of smoking.

We had lived together for many years, so I knew him too well.

He was provoking me, but I fell into the trap anyway.

"Afraid? Of what? Of your charm?"

My words caught the attention of several people next to me.

Garrett took a drag on his cigarette and smiled indifferently. "Thank you for your compliment."

How shameless!

I sat down speechlessly. Randall nudged me and snickered, "You were so brave."

When it came to pissing Garrett off, Randall and I were on the same page.

The private room was hot. It was the drunk men's habit to talk about women.

Amy and I were the only two women at the dinner table. Since Amy was an old acquaintance of theirs, they naturally chose to tease me.

An evil man asked with a smile, "I heard from Mrs. Thornton that you had a great job in Malles?"

"I wouldn't say great. I've been studying there for a couple of years and found a job. That's it."

After working in the industry for a long time, I learned how to socialize. I could always tell what was in a man's gaze when he looked at me.

For example, this disgusting man was disrespectful to me.

As expected, the man chuckled and said, "There is a bad tendency now. Many girls throw themselves at rich men for connections and money. You're in a favored position. Why didn't you do that?"

These vile remarks disgusted me.

His inferiority and self-doubt manifested themselves in the form of unchecked aggression.

...

I was thinking about how to retort when Garrett said, "Mr. Szostak, so no girls threw themselves at you? Is it because you are impotent?"

I looked at him in surprise. He leaned leisurely back on the chair and sneered, "Don't be so cynical. Criticizing young girls for no reason won't make you potent."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up, lowered his head slightly, and straightened his sleeves.

It was common for men to talk dirty after drinking, and the men at the table were used to it.

But today, they were caught off guard by Garrett's sudden outburst. None of them dared to make a sound and stood up in a panic.

When he passed by me, he asked with a sullen face, "You are still staying?"