Chapter 1228

After enjoying a couple of glasses of wine, the sudden vibration of her phone broke the convivial atmosphere.

It was a message from Matthew.

“Is it over? I’ll pick you up.

”

Glancing at her watch, Stella sensed it was the right time.

She swiftly texted Matthew.

“Feeling slightly tipsy.

Can you pick me up at Selene bar in twenty minutes? I’ll be waiting by the entrance.

”

Matthew’s response was prompt.

“On my way.

”

The bar’s atmosphere was becoming unbearable for Stella.

She tucked her phone away, turning to Besty.

“I must head out now.

Rest assured, I’ll look into your issue and reach out once I have some news.

”

“Okay,” Besty responded.

“Did you drive here yourself? Do you need a ride back?”

“No, I’m fine, thanks.

You guys enjoy.

There’s no need for anyone to walk me out,” Stella declined, omitting that Matthew was coming for her.

Besty, having achieved her objective, didn’t press further.

Stepping out into the chilly night, Stella felt a slight dizziness from the cold air.

Matthew hadn’t arrived yet.

She wrapped herself tighter in her clothes, leaning against a pillar as she waited.

Suddenly, a familiar voice reached her ears.

Lifting her gaze, she spotted Nola and Leo exiting the bar, immersed in laughter and conversation.

Such a small world!

Stella mused internally, diverting her gaze, feigning ignorance of their presence.

But Nola had already spotted her.

She approached Stella.

“Why are you lingering at the entrance? Can’t you find a taxi?”

Stella remained silent, but Nola didn’t cease her chatter.

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“If you’re struggling to get a taxi, why not ride with Leo? He just acquired a new Maybach.

”

Nola emphasized “Maybach” with a hint of smugness in her voice.

Stella understood Nola’s motive.

She simply wanted to flaunt Leo’s possession of a rare, limited edition Maybach.

To those unfamiliar with her would mistake her for Leo’s spouse.

Stella’s gaze towards them was icy, and her voice carried a tinge of cool detachment.

“No, thank you.

My husband will be here to pick up.

”

Before she could elaborate, Leo interjected, “Stella, join us in the car.

”

However, as Stella began to decline, Leo’s tone shifted to one of condescension.

“Your husband doesn’t own a car, does he? It’s late, and you’ve had quite a bit to drink.

It would be safer in my car.

”

Stella met his gaze unflinchingly, her usual restraint diminished by the alcohol.

“I’m sorry, but I refuse to ride in a jerk’s car.

”