Chapter 541: A Swift Slap in the Face_1

He watched with his own eyes as Nathalie Quinlan dropped that line and politely and distantly said to him, "Uncle Sullivan, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now. My friends are waiting outside."

Myles Sullivan's facial muscles twitched, as he forced out a kind expression and said, "Hmm, okay."

Having seen his fair share of the world, he quickly acted as if nothing had happened, picked up the car keys from the table, and stood up, offering, "Do you want me to take you?"

Nathalie Quinlan felt queasy, raised her hand, pressed down on the brim of her hat, her gaze defiant as she succinctly refused him, "No need, they're nearby, I'll walk over by myself."

He looked outside, where the main road was bustling with cars, but had no idea which car she referred to, and just watched her pay at the bar and then push the door open to leave the coffee shop.

He had barely sat back down when he irritably picked up his coffee and took a sip.