Chapter 984: Melanie
Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress
"Uhm... excuse me?" James rushed outside, following the mysterious beauty. He wore a nervous smile as the woman stopped in her tracks and looked back at him. "My name is James. Iâm Slaterâs manager. Iâm sorry for what Slater said just now."
The woman smiled and nodded. "Donât worry. Itâs fine since itâs true."
"No, itâs not!" James exclaimed, shaking his head profusely. "Youâre beautiful, Miss. Slater is just... heâs just a little blunt, but Iâm sure he didnât mean it!"
"He didnât mean it?" the woman chuckled. "Whatever you say, Manager James. Thank you for apologizing, but itâs fine. I didnât take it to heart. Still, I appreciate it."
James smiled at her and took out his business card. "If you ever want to enter the industry, you can always call me. Our company would love to welcome someone as beautiful as you."
The woman arched her brows as her eyes fell on the card in his hand. Her red lips curled up into an amused smile as she took it from him.
"I never thought of it, but Iâll consider it. Perhaps when I have more time," she remarked. "Thank you."
"Youâre welcome!" James grinned, watching the woman turn her back on him. "Uhm, wait!"
"Yes?"
"Iâm sorry, but I havenât gotten your name."
The woman smiled again. "Mint," she said. "Like peppermint. See you around."
"Oh..." Jamesâs mouth formed an âOâ shape. This time, he didnât stop the woman from leaving. "Peppermint...? What a strange name... Mint... but itâs actually very catchy."
His mouth stretched from ear to ear, his eyes squinting. "I hope she signs with us. Iâll make her a star!" But above all, James could finally have another money tree, who hopefully wouldnât slave him around like Slater was doing.
He wouldnât mind managing that woman as well. After managing Slaterâs career for years, James had already gotten used to it, along with his work as the CEO of the company. Besides, it would be good for his portfolio.
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Minutes later...
"Uh... Slater...?" James moved toward where Slater was. "Thereâs one more, and then youâre done for the day."
Slater was stretching his neck when James whispered to him. He snapped his eyes open and nodded.
"I just want to finish this," he said. James quickly signaled for someone to let the last woman join Slater. Once the woman was seated, James walked away to give Slater and the woman "some" privacy.
"Name?" Slater asked, lazily dragging the album in front of him, not bothering to look at the womanâs face since they all looked the same to him. Moreover, he was a little tired of smiling and entertaining all these girls, even though todayâs numbers were nothing compared to his official autograph signings.
âI guess Iâm getting older,â he thought. âIâm tired after just a few girls? Well, I havenât worked for almost a month now.â
After a minute, Slater still hadnât heard the woman speak. He raised his head and repeated,
"Excuse me, your name...?" Slater trailed off as his eyes slowly dilated, holding his breath.
There, seated in front of him, wasnât a young woman like all the others. Instead, a more mature woman stood before him, appearing younger than her real age. She looked like she was in her late thirties, but Slater knew she was older than that.
He gazed at the familiar pair of dark eyes, his Adamâs apple moving up and down. The woman, on the other hand, flashed him a shallow smile.
"Parker," she answered, tilting her head to the side since Slater hadnât jotted down her name. "Did you hear me?"
"Uh... of course." Slater cleared his throat, forcing a smile before shaking his head to focus. "You said... itâs Parker...?"
"Yes." The woman nodded, watching his hand try to write her name on the album. "You seem tired."
"Huh?"
"Your handâs trembling," she pointed out, smiling brightly as her eyes locked with his. "Or are you scared?"
"..." The slight smile on Slaterâs face faded, replaced by a thin layer of frost. "No."
"Of course, you shouldnât," she said. "Why would you be scared? Iâm just a woman who, somehow, got the chance to be arranged for this date."
A moment of silence fell between them, with the woman still smiling at him. Slater let out a shallow breath before an airy chuckle escaped him.
"Hmm?" The woman hummed, her brows rising. "Did I say something funny?"
"No, no." He shook his head, finishing his signature before closing the album and sliding it toward her. "Itâs just that... I guess the matchmaker thinks Iâm into older women twice my age."
His attempt at humor didnât make her laugh. "Even so, I appreciate that my craft is being appreciated by people of all genders and ages. Itâs meant for that, anyway."
"However, Iâm not into older women," he added with a friendly smile. "Though I know quite a few men in the industry who donât mind having a sponsor."
"Arenât you charming and humorous?" She remarked, taking the album and standing up. "Itâs nice to meet you in person, Slater Bennet."
Slater didnât answer, maintaining his smile. He deliberately waited for the woman to turn her back before he spoke again.
"Itâs also nice to meet you... Parker." He slowly rose to his feet, watching the woman glance over her shoulder. "Though, I hope, if you want to see me next time, an invitation would be nice. I might or might not go. However, youâre too old to be crashing into someoneâs date."
The woman smiled and nodded. She didnât say another word as she resumed her steps, leaving Slater without looking back. Once she was out of the cafe, she slowed down and gazed down at the album he had signed. She slipped her thumb between the pages, parting the cover, only to see Slaterâs short note and signature.
[Dearest Melanie,
Thank you for your constant support.
Sincerely,
Slater.]
She smirked and looked back at the cafe. "Is Melanie the name I gave him? I forgot." She laughed, shaking her head as she resumed her steps, tossing the album in the trash bin on her way out.