Trapped In Lace

The woman's smile immediately disappeared. She kicked hard at the stool he was sitting on and ran a hand through her hair in irritation. "You bastard!"

Marcus did not show any reaction. He only lowered his glance and stared at the wine glass in front of him like it was some mystical marvel.

In the dim light, no one noticed a drop of crystal liquid falling and dispersing into the wine.

At the same time, in another bar, Rachel and Lea anxiously watched Celia guzzling wine like water. All their attempts to stop her were futile.

Eyes blurry, she sat with her head on the table, muttering something about her relationship with Marcus.

Lea signed and said, "I didn't expect her to be crazier than I am. By the way, what's going on with Marcus? Weren't they supposed to elope before? Why did he suddenly hook up with that woman, then? Who was she, anyway?"

Rachel shook her head. Even she was confused. "That woman must be his blind date. Celia mentioned that his parents arranged for him to be introduced to a girl from a family of equal social rank."

Lea scoffed at the explanation with a frown on her face. She took a look at Celia, who had fallen asleep on the table, picked up the woman's unfinished glass of wine, and took a sip. "If Marcus were forced to do that for some reason, then there would be some wiggle room. The thing is, I don't think he did that unwillingly. He seemed to enjoy it very much!"

Once she had her first sip of wine, she couldn't stop herself from drinking more.

Rachel reached out a hand to stop Lea, who was about to pour herself another glass of wine. "Please don't leave me with two drunk women

ber to hand in that document once the news is released."

After he had finished speaking, he buzzed the intercom and asked his secretary to come in again. He handed the secretary a draft. "Find a news media outlet to announce this."

It was late at night, and the lights were dim.

Rachel sent her car for maintenance. Jack usually sent someone else to take the car to the shop, and the receptionist already recognized the car. "Miss, why did you bring it here in person today? Anyway, we're about to close down. Why don't you drive it over tomorrow if that's more convenient for you?"

Rachel frowned slightly.

"In that case, can I leave the car here? Call me when you have it ready, and I'll come back to pick it up."

"That wouldn't be a problem, miss," the receptionist answered with an apologetic smile on her face. "Please take care and be careful on the way."

Rachel whirled around and walked out of the door. It was rush hour now, so it was difficult to call a taxi. She planned to call Jack to pick her up, but this location was quite out of the way from the company.

She plunged her hands into her coat pockets, stomped her feet, and approached the intersection. She could wait by that book stand close by—at least it would be less cold.

A few people were standing there waiting for cabs. Rachel was absently looking at the colorful magazines and newspapers on the wooden board, and her eyes strayed toward the road again. She prayed fervently that she could hail a taxi as soon as possible, but her thoughts were suddenly interrupted when she heard a surprised voice exclaim, "Hey, look! Mayor Ji's son is getting married!"