CHAPTER 194: CHAPTER 194: GIVING HIS NUMBER TO SOMEONE ELSE

Until a woman appeared, she recognized me, "Oh, it’s you?"

I took a moment to glance at her. It was the short-haired woman who spoke up for me in the shop a few days ago.

Today, she was wearing a pair of exaggerated earrings and dressed very flamboyantly, yet she didn’t give off a tacky vibe at all. Instead, she seemed very sexy and lively.

"Nice to see you again." I gathered myself and greeted the short-haired woman with a smile.

Henry Preston stood next to me, exuding an air that warned strangers to keep away, looking coldly at the woman.

"Haha, what a coincidence. Are you drinking here?" The short-haired woman had a cheerful and enthusiastic personality, her voice loud and clear, "And him? Is he your boyfriend?"

She pointed to Henry Preston.

I immediately denied it, "We don’t know each other well, just an acquaintance."

A trace of amazement flashed in the short-haired woman’s eyes, "Really? Then you don’t mind if I pursue him, right? I think he’s quite handsome."

She expressed her interest in Henry Preston very directly.

"Sure, go ahead!" I made a cheering gesture, not taking her words to heart at all.

However, Henry Preston’s face darkened. When she stepped forward to ask for his contact information, he gave me a fierce glare, then got into a Porsche by the roadside and sped away.

The short-haired woman held up her phone, looking amused and exasperated, "Girl, your friend has quite a temper, huh!"

"Not just a temper, but no shame either. I suggest you pick another target, he’s not worth it." After Henry left, I immediately took out my phone, "But if you like a challenge, I can give you his phone number."

The short-haired woman looked at me in surprise and then broke into a radiant smile, "Really? He didn’t seem like just an acquaintance, could it be a lovers’ spat just now?"

I felt like laughing, "Both he and I are in our thirties, old men and women, there’s no such thing as a lovers’ spat. Trust me, I really don’t know him well."

The short-haired woman turned to look in the direction Henry drove off, her smile dimming a bit, her eyes showing curiosity, "He seems not only handsome but also wealthy. Why didn’t you go after him?"

Why the hell didn’t I pursue him? I chased for ten years without success, and after our divorce, it had the opposite effect!

I felt a sense of camaraderie with the short-haired woman and kindly advised her, "Girl, let me give you a piece of advice, wealthy and handsome men are all unfaithful. If you want to pursue him, you’ll end up in a harem battle with a bunch of women. It’s not worth it!"

"Hahahaha..." The short-haired woman burst into laughter and took out her phone, "No way, I have to add you. If I ever decide to go after that handsome guy, I’ll need your help!"

Another naive woman blinded by Henry’s looks, I sighed in my heart. I was once foolishly chasing after Henry, eager to become the one he cherished the most.

Little did I know that there was someone else he treasured, even a substitute.

If the short-haired woman’s charm was great enough to win Henry’s heart, she’d be his true beloved.

I gladly added the short-haired woman. Her WeChat name was "Kitty at the Bar," which seemed quite interesting.

"Just call me Kitty." She happily shook her phone.

"Okay, I’m Zoe Hathaway," I introduced myself generously.

Kitty seemed to ponder, "I feel like I’ve heard that name somewhere before. Oh, what’s the name of that bad-tempered handsome guy just now?"

"Henry Preston, you can look him up online," I replied.

Kitty scratched her red, short hair, her eyes outlined with smoky makeup showing a hint of surprise, "I think I know who he is. Isn’t he the Preston Group CEO who’s been trending on entertainment news recently?"

That said it all. Henry has always been a hot topic for scandals. Kitty seemed young and probably browsed entertainment news and gossip a lot.

Then she seemed to recall something, her eyes widening as she looked at me, "Zoe Hathaway, isn’t that the name of his ex-wife? Oh my god, have I just witnessed a public spat between a domineering CEO and his ex-wife?"

Her description made me laugh; somehow, when these words came from Kitty, they were quite humorous, not offensive at all.

Just then, my phone rang. It was a message from Henry: "If you dare give that alternative girl my number, you’ll bear the consequences!"