Chapter 130
The place was practically deserted when Connie was about to speak, but suddenly, a burst of conversation
echoed from the side.
“Dalton, are you… interested in Thorne’s girlfriend?”
“Interested might be stretching it, but… she’s definitely intriguing.”
Charlene and Connie froze in place.
“It turned out to be Dalton and his buddy.
However, they were facing away from them, with a row of drink coolers mostly blocking their view, so they didn’t notice Charlene and Connie.
“At the auction, I noticed you were quite taken with the graceful lady by Connie’s side. She’s probably still around in the hall, aren’t you going to say hello?”
Charlene hadn’t expected their conversation to suddenly shift to her.
Before Charlene could react, Connie raised an eyebrow, about to drag Charlene over to play matchmaker, when Dalton shook his head, his interest seemingly waned, and said, “Nah.” Connie paused.
“Huh? What’s up? Suddenly lost interest?”
Dalton replied, “Yeah. That lady is beautiful, sure, but… she seemed too gentle, too quiet, kind of bland, you
know?”
“Man, and you say you’re not into Vesta!”
It was clear that after talking to Vesta, Dalton was more interested in her, leaving his prior interest in the dust
“It’s not that, it’s just-”
Dalton hesitated, and his friend laughed, saying, “I get it, Vesta’s become your new ideal, huh? But that just proves you’re into Vesta, man, hahaha!”
Before Dalton could respond, his friend added, “Honestly though, Vesta’s got that untouchable, ice-queen vibe that’s way more appealing, more of a challenge.” “Ever since Vesta showed up, lots of guys have been interested, even obsessed. Too bad she’s Thorne’s woman. Gotta admit, Thorne’s got an eye for women.” Connie’s smile froze, then her face darkened, ready to teach those two a lesson for casually discussing others but Charlene held her back.
Charlene shook her head, calmly saying, “It’s okay.”
She might be seen as plain, as unremarkable.
But she was herself.
She knew who she was.
Whether strangers liked her or not wasn’t so important to her.
After finishing their conversation and their drinks, Dalton and his friend left.
Connie was fuming: “I used to think Dalton had such a refined taste, thought he was interesting. Turns out even he’s fallen for Vesta!” Before Charlene could respond, a sleazy-looking guy approached them.
He and Connie knew each other.
With his puffy, leering eyes, he smiled at Charlene, “Connie, this friend of yours-
Before he could finish, Connie knew his intentions, “What trash, thinking you can hit on my friend? Get lost!”
The guy’s face soured, “Connie, you!”
Connie glared at him.
The Snyders were not to be messed with, so he didn’t dare to truly anger Connie and left.
Connie took a big gulp of her drink, her chest aching with anger, “How many is that tonight, coming to hit on you? Why are all these trash men coming our way? And why do all the decent guys seem to go for someone “like Vesta?!” Charlene tried to soothe her.
She thought, because Vesta is indeed outstanding, indeed exceptional.
But before she could voice her thoughts, Connie’s expression suddenly turned cold.
Following her gaze, Charlene saw Vesta standing not far from them, holding two drinks.
She wasn’t sure when Vesta had arrived, but giv
The place was practically deserted when Connie was about to speak, but suddenly, a burst of conversation
echoed from the side.
“Dalton, are you… interested in Thorne’s girlfriend?”
“Interested might be stretching it, but… she’s definitely intriguing.”
Charlene and Connie froze in place.
“It turned out to be Dalton and his buddy.
However, they were facing away from them, with a row of drink coolers mostly blocking their view, so they didn’t notice Charlene and Connie.
“At the auction, I noticed you were quite taken with the graceful lady by Connie’s side. She’s probably still around in the hall, aren’t you going to say hello?”
Charlene hadn’t expected their conversation to suddenly shift to her.
Before Charlene could react, Connie raised an eyebrow, about to drag Charlene over to play matchmaker, when Dalton shook his head, his interest seemingly waned, and said, “Nah.” Connie paused.
“Huh? What’s up? Suddenly lost interest?”
Dalton replied, “Yeah. That lady is beautiful, sure, but… she seemed too gentle, too quiet, kind of bland, you
know?”
“Man, and you say you’re not into Vesta!”
It was clear that after talking to Vesta, Dalton was more interested in her, leaving his prior interest in the dust
“It’s not that, it’s just-”
Dalton hesitated, and his friend laughed, saying, “I get it, Vesta’s become your new ideal, huh? But that just proves you’re into Vesta, man, hahaha!” Before Dalton could respond, his friend added, “Honestly though, Vesta’s got that untouchable, ice-queen vibe that’s way more appealing, more of a challenge.” “Ever since Vesta showed up, lots of guys have been interested, even obsessed. Too bad she’s Thorne’s woman. Gotta admit, Thorne’s got an eye for women.” Connie’s smile froze, then her face darkened, ready to teach those two a lesson for casually discussing others but Charlene held her back.
Charlene shook her head, calmly saying, “It’s okay.”
She might be seen as plain, as unremarkable.
But she was herself.
She knew who she was.
Whether strangers liked her or not wasn’t so important to her.
After finishing their conversation and their drinks, Dalton and his friend left.
Connie was fuming: “I used to think Dalton had such a refined taste, thought he was interesting. Turns out even he’s fallen for Vesta!” Before Charlene could respond, a sleazy-looking guy approached them.
He and Connie knew each other.
With his puffy, leering eyes, he smiled at Charlene, “Connie, this friend of yours-
Before he could finish, Connie knew his intentions, “What trash, thinking you can hit on my friend? Get lost!”
The guy’s face soured, “Connie, you!”
Connie glared at him.
The Snyders were not to be messed with, so he didn’t dare to truly anger Connie and left.
Connie took a big gulp of her drink, her chest aching with anger, “How many is that tonight, coming to hit on you? Why are all these trash men coming our way? And why do all the decent guys seem to go for someone “like Vesta?!” Charlene tried to soothe her.
She thought, because Vesta is indeed outstanding, indeed exceptional.
But before she could voice her thoughts, Connie’s expression suddenly turned cold.
Following her gaze, Charlene saw Vesta standing not far from them, holding two drinks.
She wasn’t sure when Vesta had arrived, but given the smirk on Vesta’s lips, Charlene and Connie had a feeling she’d overheard Dalton and his friend’s conversation.
Seeing them look over, Vesta’s smile deepened, but she didn’t speak. With a dismissive glance at Charlene, she turned and walked away with her drinks.
en the smirk on Vesta’s lips, Charlene and Connie had a feeling she’d overheard Dalton and his friend’s conversation.
Seeing them look over, Vesta’s smile deepened, but she didn’t speak. With a dismissive glance at Charlene, she turned and walked away with her drinks.