Ice and Fire

Chapter 934 Meet Greg (Part Two)

Aware of what was on his mother's mind, Lawrence remained silent.

While Jackson was still puzzled by the what was going on, Cherry pulled him by the arm and led him to

the dining room.

The sleek sports car roared on the road as Violet in driver's seat stepped on the gas. The impeccable

mechanics of her brother's latest car was a sheer thrill maneuvering. Now she was curious to catch RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Greg off guard in a compromising situation with another woman. If she found that he was serious with

his new relationship, she might consider calling it quits on their marriage.

Alice's car followed behind Violet's. Even though she had driven at the full speed, she couldn't catch up

with Violet. 'What a fantastic car Lawrence has. It makes mine feel so unbelievably slow even with the

gas floored, ' she admitted to herself.

Abruptly, Violet stepped the brake and stopped the car in front of New Era Hotel.

A parking attendant recognized Lawrence's car immediately. After all, whoelse in the city would own

such a fancy sports car, apart from Lawrence. Quickly, he jogged to the car but saw a pretty girl getting

out instead of Lawrence. "Hello, Miss," he greeted politely, standing beside the car door.

With a sullen face, Violet answered back and thrust the car key into his palm so that he could help

park. She then went directly into the hotel lobby.

Soon after, Alice arrived at the hotel and parked with the help of another parking assistant. Gratefully,

she handed over her car key and thanked him before rushing into the hotel.

The moment Violet went inside, she headed straight to a waitress. She said, "Kindly, take me to room

number 6 on the third floor."

"Okay, please follow me," the waitress responded courteously.

In the corner of the third floor, Greg sat next to Melisa, with Tim on their opposite side. The seat near to

Tim was reserved for Alice.

"Will Alice join us? How about you give her a call?" Melisa asked sweetly, transfixing her eyes on Tim.

"There is no need. I don't think she will come here. When I called her, she seemed very busy. And she

didn't indicate whether she would join us," Tim relied casually, leaning against the back of the chair.

"Is she going busy with preps for one of her fashion shows? How is she doing?" Greg asked.

"I don't know, because she didn't sleep at home last night. Although, her mother called to inform me

that she stayed with them," Tim replied. "She is my wife, but she even doesn't tell me her schedules. I

don't know if she still considers me as her husband," he sighed, a forlorn expression showing on his

face.

"Why don't you air your complaints to her?" Greg joked, raising the corner of his lips into a soft smile.

He was sure that Tim didn't dare raise a complaint about Alice to her face.

"I don't think it's a good idea. I better hold my tongue," Tim replied.

"I think Alice is an approachable and reasonable girl. Why are you so afraid of her?" Softly, Melisa

chimed in, with a polite smile on her face.

Only few guests could be seen on the third floor. There were many empty tables. Several waitresses

strolled around to see where they could be of help.

All of a sudden, Greg noticed a waitress coming his way. However, he didn't pay much attention to her.

After glancing at her, he quickly looked back at Tim and Melisa and continued chatting.

Walking behind the waitress, Violet had already caught sight of Greg in his casuals wear. 'He still has

the same taste for clothes and doesn't seem to like suits. Besides, he's here for fun so it's OK, given

that a suit would have been odd for the occasion, ' she remarked. Paying more attention to the look of

his face, she concluded that he appeared more mature. Even though she didn't meet his eyes, she

surmised that he must be staring at someone in earnest.

'Is he watching Melisa intently?' she wondered.

"Your friend is here, Mr. Tim, Mr. Greg," the waitress greeted politely.

Of course, Tim being the owner of the hotel, a good number of the staff knew him well. And Greg as a

frequent guest was also fairly known. That was why the waitress easily located them and knew their

names.

As the waitress made way to Violet, Greg gaped at the latter slack-jawed. It felt like he was in a dream.

Surprised at Greg's sudden apprehension Tim turned to look in the direction of his friend's gaze. When

he saw Violet, his eyes almost popped out. He couldn't believe the woman who nearly drove his friend

crazy had sneaked on them unawares.

After completing her task, the waitress politely turned around and took her leave.

As she landed her curious eyes on the woman not far from them, Melisa was lost into thought. 'She is

studying me. But she isn't Alice. Why is she here? Didn't Greg say he only invited three- Tim, Alice and

me? Who the heck is this woman?' she brooded, baffled.

Carefully, Melisa surveyed Violet up and down. 'She is dressed in high-end designer clothes. Looks like

she is a high-born lady. But she doesn't emanate an arrogant aura. She looks easygoing, ' she judged

inside.

"You, you..." Tim stammered. He was too shocked to utter another word.

"Shut up!" Violet snapped at him, while keeping her gaze on Melisa.

From the moment Greg saw his wife, he had not taken his eyes off her. The amazed expression on his

face had gradually turned into the calm one, but he still remained awestruck.

At long last, Alice caught up with Violet and strode to her side, but since no one at the table said a

word, she quietly joined them, tagging Violet along even as she tried to assess what was going on.

Calmly, Violet pulled a stool and took a seat next to Tim.

By a wave of his hand, Tim signaled a waitress to come over to their table. "Add another stool and

another set of plates," he said.

"Okay," the waitress replied.

Keeping a watchful eye, Alice sat down beside Violet. For a moment, she wanted to say something to

her best friend. But when she found the latter fixed her eyes on Melisa and Greg focused his gaze on

his wife, she stopped and didn't know what to do.