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Upon hearing her friend’s revelation, Charlotte’s expression changed abruptly.
“What are you talking about?” Her brows furrowed in confusion.
Maria hesitated before speaking, “the other day, I saw her with Damien… I asked who she was to him, and he introduced her as his girlfriend. I was shocked. I had no idea he was into younger girls.”
Certainly, she couldn’t confess to her so-called friend that she had gone on a blind date with her ex-boyfriend.
To be brutally honest, Maria was well aware that Damien Davis was going to be her blind date; she had insisted her dad set her up with him.
She had always liked him. She had harbored feelings for him even when he was still in a relationship with Charlotte. However, Maria had kept those emotions to herself.
After three years since their breakup, she thought, why not try her luck? But before she could make a move, she faced a crushing failure–Damien introduced a young girl as his girlfriend.
Suddenly, Charlotte burst into laughter, taking a moment to regain composure. When she finally did, she chuckled, “Maria, you joke too much.”
However, Maria maintained a serious gaze. “It’s not a joke. She’s Damien’s girlfriend.”
Charlotte was stunned. The smile vanished from her face instantly.
Damien’s girlfriend…
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As closing hour approached, farewells were exchanged, and everyone dispersed.
“Mia, I’ll catch up in a moment; I need to use the restroom,” Martha urged, “Go on without me, okay?”
Mia nodded and headed out.
Stepping out of the building, Veronica’s ride pulled up. She observed as the girl swiftly hopped into the vehicle.
“It’s your turn today!” Veronica grinned upon seeing who was behind the wheel. “Is everyone taking turns picking me up from work? Aunty Yvonne on Monday, Mom yesterday, and today it’s you. Maybe Dad tomorrow,” she chuckled while fastening her seatbelt.
Beside her, the man paid little attention to her rambling, his gaze fixated on one person alone-Mia.
“I’ll be right back, Vee.” Without hesitation, Damien stepped down from the vehicle and approached Mia.
“Hi,” He greeted with a small smile as he came to a halt before the girl.
“Ah, good evening,” Mia bobbed politely.
“How have you been?” He inquired.
Before Mia could respond, something flashed in Damien’s eyes. In the blink of an eye, he closed the gap between them and engulfed the girl in a hug.
Mia froze, attempting to push him away, but his arms around her tightened.
“Please, let’s stay like this for a while,” he whispered.
Unable to bear the heartbreaking scene any longer, a tear escaped Charlotte’s eye as she turned and walked away on shaky legs from where she was standing in a corner.
Maria had been right… Damien was indeed in a relationship with that girl.
A while later, Damien slowly disengaged from the hug.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…” He apologized immediately. “It’s just, someone I used to know…” His voice trailed off.
“Uncle Damien, we need to go!” Veronica, watching the awkward scene unfold, wound down the car window and fumed at her uncle.
What was he thinking, hugging that girl?! What came over him?!
“Ah, good night. We’ll continue our conversation some other time,” he stuttered and went back to the car, immediately driving out of sight.
But Veronica and Charlotte weren’t the only ones who had observed the scene…
Someone else had too, capturing Damien and Mia’s hug in photos on her phone.
After finishing in the restroom, Martha hurried into the elevator and headed to the ground floor.
Just as she was about to step out through the door, she was met with the most astonishing sight.
Mia was embracing someone, prompting Martha to swiftly move to the side, concealing herself behind a wall.
At a glance, she discerned it wasn’t Shawn Mandez that Mia was hugging. So, who could it be?
As she looked more closely, shock swept over her when she recognized the person-Damien Davis, the CEO of D. A Company and Veronica Clifford’s wealthy uncle.
Martha quickly pulled out her phone and discreetly captured pictures of them.
Sheesh! Martha wondered from her hiding place, just how despicable could Mia be?
She had to hand it to the girl-Mia was truly adept at this game, entangling herself with two of the wealthiest men. Martha, initially thinking Mia was the most naive and gullible person, was now impressed. She had to give Mia her due credit.
Scrolling through the pictures on her phone, she smiled to herself. ‘When a certain someone sees this, how would he react? Gosh! You’re too smart, Martha,’ she praised herself inwardly.
Wiping the smile off her face, she stepped out of her hiding place and approached Mia.
“Mia, I’m here. Did you wait too long?”
“Oh, not at all.” Mia regained her composure, offering a smile.
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“Hmn.”
Soon, Max arrived and drove off with Martha.
Upon reaching home, Martha immediately began executing her plan.
Max had suggested sleeping over, as he had been doing for a while, but she insisted on him leaving.
“I don’t want you growing tired of me and finding me less appealing from being together too much-you’re seeing me too often. Let’s take it slowly, okay?” She quickly kissed him and shut the door on his face before he could react.
Rummaging through her drawers, she turned everything in her apartment upside down.
Soon, she found what she was looking for-an exquisite business card.
After Martha found the divorce agreement documents some time ago, she began tirelessly searching for Shawn Mandez’s phone number through every possible avenue.
She knew she couldn’t rely solely on Vivian; the foolish girl hadn’t made any move so far. Eish.
However, obtaining the man’s number proved to be quite challenging.
Just when she was on the verge of giving up hope, someone provided her with his personal assistant’s card-CEO Shawn’s closest employee.
Martha had held onto it since then, anticipating that it would come in handy soon. And tonight, it did.
She swiftly entered and saved the phone number from the card into her secret phone.
Licking the corner of her mouth, Martha uploaded the photos and P. A. Lucas’ phone number to a designated contact, sending it with the caption, “SEND THE IMAGES TO THE CONTACT ATTACHED.”
Soon, a message popped up on her phone, “DONE.”
Martha closed her eyes, silently praying that the man would read the message.
A few seconds later, she lounged on the rug, wearing a smug smile. “Ah, my dear friend is in for a long night,” she smirked.