Act Fast: Free Bonus Time is Running Out! Chapter 112 Frank Porter


    "What does that mean he uttered to himself, with a lonk of confusion etched on his face by ire''s cryptic response. "Does she always speak in muserade??


    Alex decided to find Christian at the bar as he tumed to the opposite direction, he was being met with his past thing, or maybe evengülütend, cinly closing h his eyes briefly, Alexcused himself for not prolonging the conversation with ire. He knew dealing with clody perpased for


    Cindy stood in front of Alex smiling ear to ear seeing the sight of Alex.


    Forcing a polite smile, he greeted her "Hello, Cindy. It''s been a while."


    dullence he wasn''t quite


    A seductive smile ying on her lips as she raised her eyebrows suggestively. "Well, well, well, look who II IS," she pined. "It''s been too long since I''ve seenyn,


    Alex"


    Alex, though polite, couldn''t hide the slight edge to his tone as he replied, "Yes, it has been a while.


    Cindy took another step closer, her movements oozing with station. "Theard about what happened to you," she said, her mice dripping with Lans sympathy. Including the wedding that failed."


    Alex''s lips tightened slightly, his difort evident. "Some things happen," he replied.cantly, trying to keep hisalistare,


    Undetected, Cindy reached out and touched Alex''s arm, leaning in closer. Alex could feel her pressing herself against him, and be tally sighed.


    *Cindy, I really need to go," he said, trying to extricate himself from her grasp.


    But Cindy, wer pecsistent, refused to let him go. She shed himacy smile and batted her eyshes


    "Oh, but Alex, I can help you," she said sweetly. "I''ll introduce you to all the businessmen and women. Think of it as my way of making it up to you."


    Alex couldn''t help but wonder how he had ever gotten awolved with Cindy. In his defense, their "rtionship" had been nothing moue than a one-night had only pursued her because she was the daughter of his hotel tal, and he had hoped to use her to intorce her father''s business decisions, hot I all been for nothing. The brand he had been eyeing for hadn''t lived up in his expectations, and now he was left dealing with Cindy''s unwanted abotines.


    The one sine race was that Cindy lived in New York, while Alex resided in London. The geographical distance had allowed him to easily cut ties and move on from the situation


    Cindy noticed Alex''s gaze at her and smirked, trasing him. "Stop staring, Alex. You low I''m pretty," she said, her tour ytul


    Alex rolled his eyes, refusing to engage with her. He walked ahead, leaving Cindly to follow belled him, a slight frown stered her features.


    As they approached the bar, Alex spotted Christian seated there, his usual smile Tading when he saw who was apanying Alex.


    Christian''s expression soured. "No shit." He cursed lowly under his breath as he did not expect to see Chudy again


    Alex ordered a whiskey neat, ignoring Cindy''s continued presence beside him she, however, seemed untared and turned to Christianwith a grin.


    "it''s been a while since I saw you, Christian," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness,


    Christian forced a mile, though it didn''t quite reach his eyes. "yeah, too long," he replied, his toneced with sarcasm, His eyes dating back to Alex with a frown


    Alex caught Christian''s gaze and rolled his eyes, downing the alcohol in one go. He then tumed to Cindy, putting on a fake smile. "Sorry, Cindy, but I have somewhere to be. Christian here will entertain you," he said, his tone polite but insincer. Cindy''s smile faltered, and she pouted slightly. "Oh,e on, Alex. Don''t leave me here all alone. Will youe backter?" she pleaded, her voice tinged with disappointment.


    Alex simply nodded and quickly made his exit, leaving Christian feeling incredulous at being left alone with Cindy. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the


    inevitableversation


    Cindy took a seat on one of the stools beside Christian, her eyes fixed on him expectantly. "So, Christiam, what''s new with you?" she asked, her tone overly cheerful.


    Christian sighed inwardly. He didn''t particrly care for Cindy''spany, but he knew he coddn''t avoid her now. "oh, you low," he replied sarcastically, taking another sip of his drink "So much has happened."


    ire stood in front of Mrs. Ata, a prominent businesswoman from Italy who had made her mark in the fashion world. They were meaged in a lively-


    conversation about ire''s interests,


    "Do you have any interest in the fashion industry, ire?" Mrs. Ametia asked, her eyes culous. "Your taste in fashion is superb, and many people draw Inspiration from you"


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    Caite chuckled modestly, shaking her head, "Oh, that''s all thanks to Talu," she said, gestuming to hribest trend who was standing neaby. "She''s the one who dresses me and deserves-all the credit,"


    Mrs ta tuned to Ta, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "Ah, Talial I must say, Jam very impressed by your styling, you have a remarkable talent.


    Talia''s cheeks fined with embarassment, but she managed a grateful smile, "Thank you, Mrs Armutta. That means a loting from you."


    Mrs. Armetta turned backto ire, her interest piqued. "lie, would you mind if it bocow Talia for a hit? I would love to speak with her more about fashion."


    ire smiled wannly, nodding in agreement. "Of course, Mis. Ametta, It''s up to Ta."


    Mrs. Ata tumed to Tabia waiting for her response, however, Talia looked nervous. "Don''t worry, Ta You got this. This is your dream, tentember?" ire whispered to him.


    At that moment, Taliafeel like she wanted to get out of herfort zone.


    Talia nced at ire, amixture of excitement and nervousness rident inbet expassion, then she fanted to Mrs. Aume "151 be happy to talk with you more about fashion, Mes. Armetia," die said, lien verker thaped with anticipation. - Chapter 112 Frank Porter


    Looking delighted, Mrs. Ata pped her hand. "I was worried you would reject my otter."


    ire smiled warmly at her then turned to Mis. Armetta. "Non resterai delusa," she assured her. (You won''t be disappointed).Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    Mrs. Ata chuckled, her tone teasing "Sarò io a giudicare," she replied in Italian, her eyes twinkling with amusement. (I''ll be the judge).


    Mrs. Armetta beared, delighted by Talia''s eptance. "Now, Talia, Shall we find somewhere more private to chat?*


    ire watched as Talia and Mrs. Armetta moved to a quieterer of the room, their conversation quickly bing animated. She couldn''t help but feel a surge


    of pride for her friend, knowing how much Talia loved fashion and how talented she was in her own right.


    Talia had always dreamed of working in the fashion industry, but her parents had been reluctant to support her ambitions.


    As ire basked in the joy of Talia''s newfound opportunity, she was approached by an unexpected figure. A smirk yed across his lips as he greeted her


    "ire, how did you enjoy the event?" he asked smoothly.


    ire turned to face him, her eyebrows raising in surprise. "Frank Porter," she said, her voice tinged with disbelirt