Chapter 170
Mister Kirbyâs smile froze. âItâs not funny.
Vicky deadpanned. âIâm not joking. Iâm serious.â
He looked helpless. âAlthough I hit it off with Cece right away, there is nothing else for us except being
friends. Thereâs no spark between us. If you donât believe me, you can ask her.â
They were talking very softly. From another angle, it looked like they were whispering intimately. Vicky
did think Cece and Mister Kirby matched perfectly. However, they only knew each other for a short time
and they still did not know each other that well.
Besides, today was not a good time to discuss this either. Thus, Vicky said nothing else.
About an hour or so later, Vicky said she needed to leave. Mister Kirby looked at the time and nodded,
not wanting to force her to stay. âAlright, Iâll send you two off.â
After that, he informed his friends and said goodbye to them.
His friends did not trouble him. They smiled and bid goodbye to Vicky.
âBye, Vicky!â
âCome play with us again next time!â
Vicky nodded politely and walked away with Mister Kirby and Cece.
When they were outside of the club, Ceceâs phone rang just as Vicky was about to bid goodbye to
Mister Kirby. They did not know what Cece heard, but her expression soured.
âYouâre in Stoneford City? What? That jerk actuallyâ¦â
After she hung up the phone, she looked at Vicky. âVicky, my friend is here. Iâm afraid I need to go meet
her.â
Vicky saw Ceceâs serious face and asked, âDo you need me to go with you?â
âItâs not a big deal. I can handle it.â
Vicky nodded and did not insist. âAlright. If you need help, remember to call me.â
Cece responded affirmatively and left in a hurry.
After Cece left, Mister Kirby, who stood beside Vicky, said, âCome on, Iâll send you back.â
Vicky looked at him. âItâs alright. Itâs not too late. I can get a taxi.â
It was almost nine at night. The nightlife was just about to start in a busy city like Stoneford City, so to
say it was late was not entirely true.
Mister Kirby frowned. âItâs very dangerous for a young lady to go back home alone at night.â
Vicky smiled. âMister Kirby, this city is quite safe. Under normal situations, there wonât be any danger.
Plus, Iâve been working overtime until quite late previously, and nothing ever happened to me.â
His voice was very relaxed and deep. âThatâs your problem if nothing happened to you when you
worked overtime, but I donât want to bear any responsibility if anything happens to you because you
came to find me.â
âDonât worry, Mister Kirby. It wonât concern you if anything happens,â Vicky stressed.
He flicked his eyebrow high and looked at her with his long and almond- shaped eyes. âMiss Shaw, Iâm
not afraid to bear any responsibility. I just donât want to let anything happen.â
âMister Kirby, what you said might not happenâ¦â
He interrupted Vicky by cutting her off, âMight not happen doesnât mean it wonât happen. Miss Shaw,
can you guarantee there are no chances of it happening?â
Vicky was lost for words. She could not guarantee it. Although the chances were not high, no one could
possibly be one hundred percent sure.
She had married. There were things she needed to do to avoid arousing suspicion. Letting a man
whom she just met twice send her home was inappropriate.
Vicky insisted on rejecting, âItâs alright. I can go back by myself.â