Female NovelAline gasped, shocked by Albert’s cruel rejection.
Albert had approached her with his own intentions, so he continued in a softer tone, “Let’s talk about it tomorrow.”
After ending the call, Albert wore a somewhat stern expression.
His thoughts turned to his collaboration with Rena.
His mother had been deceived by a scoundrel, one of the Waston family’s members, who had concealed his marriage for five years while being involved with her.
This man had never considered revealing his relationship with Albert and his mother.
Even after losing his own son, he had pleaded with Albert to take over the family business. Yet, he still refused to acknowledge Albert’s mother, even after his wife had passed away many years ago.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
It was Ruth’s introduction that had given Albert the opportunity to collaborate with Rena.
Rena could help him get what he couldn’t fight for his mother.
He understood that their partnership was purely professional and that it was against their unspoken rules to let his emotions interfere. Nevertheless, he couldn’t restrain himself. In his chaotic world, he had never encountered a woman as pure as Rena.
With these thoughts in mind, he finished his cigarette and began to put on his clothes.
The model had taken a bath and emerged in just a bath towel, her enticing fragrance filling the room.
Observing that he was about to leave, she couldn’t help but pester him, complaining, “Are you really leaving at this moment?”
Albert pushed her away, got out of bed, hastily fastened his belt, and playfully pinched her cheek. An evil smile crept across his face as he replied, “I’m off to another rendezvous
With that, he grabbed his car keys and departed, leaving the woman seething with anger as she cursed.
“Albert, you scoundre
As he changed his shoes by the door, Albert heard her words.
He sneered, acknowledging that she was right. Growing up in a bad environment, he had become accustomed to surviving in seedy places by the age of fifteen. So it was natural for him to have grown up as a scoundrel.
Albert left the woman’s apartment and drove back to his house. A red sports car was parked downstairs of his house. Sitting in the car, Aline was scrolling through messages on her phone.
Albert pulled up alongside her, lowered the window, and rested his arm on the sill.
“Are you still waiting for me?’
Aline’s eyes lit up with surprise as she stared at Albert.