CHAPTER 7: CHAPTER 7: HE’S NOT A MODEL, HE’S THE CALDWEN SCENE’S CROWN PRINCE JULIAN GRANT

[Such a happy holiday, thanks to my brother and godmother]

[Time is serene, happiness is long-lasting]

[I really really want to be with you forever and ever]

After reading Vivian Shaw’s post.

Josephine Thompson felt like she had been stabbed countless times, the pain made it hard to breathe.

These days, she was in constant agony.

After all, anyone would be sad and upset when a four-year marriage comes to an end.

But now it seems...

She’s the only one feeling sad and upset.

Her husband and son were probably just relieved she didn’t disturb their happy family moments.

Her heart was feeling blocked and miserable.

"Beep beep beep..."

The phone rang.

Her best friend Jamila Jacobs was calling.

"Hello..."

On the other end, Jamila Jacobs teased her, "What are you doing?"

Josephine Thompson’s breath hitched, and she replied gloomily, "...Nothing much, just feeling a bit down, was thinking of chatting with you!"

"Haha, why so sad? Did your husband go cozy up with that little sly fox again?"

"..." Josephine Thompson felt even worse.

The two had been best friends since childhood.

There were no secrets between them.

Seeing her silence.

Jamila Jacobs knew she had guessed right and teased her, "Oh you, what were you thinking? Getting married at 20, diving headfirst into the grave of marriage. Regretting it now? Realized the value of single aristocrats?"

"Stop it." Josephine Thompson felt a subtle pain in her heart.

She didn’t want to get married so early either.

But...

She didn’t want to go against her grandfather’s wishes.

"Alright, alright, don’t overthink it. Want to go out for a drink?"

"Where to?"

Jamila Jacobs gave a hearty laugh, "Of course, to a nightclub to have fun."

Josephine Thompson frowned, habitually refusing, "Nightclub? Isn’t that a bit improper?"

"I can’t believe you, your family runs an antique shop, and you’re almost becoming an antique yourself; which young person doesn’t go clubbing nowadays?"

"Come on, today there are a bunch of new male models in the house. All with six-pack abs, 1.85 meters tall. I’ll show you the world, let you see what intoxicated indulgence is!"

"..." Josephine Thompson felt a catch in her throat, not really wanting to go!

She had always been a good girl since she was young.

Besides studying.

She just enjoyed immersing herself in various antiques, watching restorers fix damaged artifacts with interest. Or, learning from her grandfather how to appraise antiques.

And she never had a rebellious phase.

Seeing her still hesitant, Jamila Jacobs urged her with a laugh, "Come quickly! Your husband is out frolicking with another woman, you can find a younger guy to be happy with too!"

"No, no."

"Hurry, yoyo and Angie are also here today. We four fairies haven’t gathered in ages."

Hearing this, Josephine Thompson reluctantly agreed, "...Alright then!"

After all, she didn’t want to be alone right now.

Going out for a few drinks, blowing off some steam in her heart would be good too.

....

A while later.

Josephine Thompson changed into a white Dior haute couture evening dress and did a subtle yet exquisite makeup.

She had distinct, cool-toned delicate features, her skin was as white as snow. At 166cm tall and weighing 48kg, a simple dress-up could astonish the crowd.

At 9:30 in the evening.

The driver drove her to the night club.

This was Audenburg’s most high-end nightclub, and the owner was a good friend of Jamila Jacobs.

After Josephine Thompson got out of the car.

Jamila Jacobs was stunned, looking at her clad in a haute couture gown, holding a Hermes Diamond Buckle Platinum Bag.

She looked more like she was attending a charity gala.

"Wow! We’re going clubbing, why are you dressed so formally?"

"..." Hearing this, Josephine Thompson felt even more uncomfortable and instinctively looked at her attire.

Jamila Jacobs was a dancer, with a very hot figure.

Her clothes were even hotter.

A tight low-cut bodycon dress, paired with pantyhose and stiletto heels, spicy and sexy.

"I didn’t know what to wear."

"Never mind! Let’s go inside!"

Stepping into the neon-flashing nightclub.

The deafening music instantly engulfed Josephine Thompson, the colorful neon lights and spotlights made her head spin.

Once inside the private room.

The music was finally a bit softer, "There are a few good friends today too, let me introduce you."

Wearing ten-centimeter stilettos, Jamila Jacobs pulled Josephine Thompson into the private room, "Look who’s here? Our good girl finally came down to earth today!"

Inside the private room.

At a glance, it was filled with handsome men and beautiful women.

Besides yoyo and Angie, there were three or four other friends.

Next to everyone sat one or two young handsome guys.

These handsome guys had matching outfits and hairstyles, doing their best to amuse them.

"...Are you all hanging out like this now?" Josephine Thompson was here for the first time, finding it incredibly novel.

"Look at our Josephine, standing here in that haute couture dress, she overshadows everyone!"

Josephine Thompson awkwardly tugged at her dress and accepted a wine glass with a smile.

"Try this ’Fiery Red Lips’, it will definitely make you forget your worries!"

"Today, we’re not going home unless we’re drunk, let’s pull an all-nighter."

Josephine Thompson had just taken a sip when the spicy taste of the alcohol stung her throat.

"Pick a handsome guy to drink with you, see anyone you like?"

"No need, no need," Josephine Thompson quickly declined.

She just found everything here very novel.

Of course, she wasn’t interested in these male models.

Although these male models were young and handsome, they couldn’t compare to Nathaniel Gallagher at all, lacking in aura and presence.

"Don’t be so prudish, it’s just having a drink, not doing anything immoral!"

"Really no need, you all play, I’m fine watching you."

Jamila Jacobs didn’t force her, "Alright then, suit yourself!"

After all, her coming to the nightclub was already breaking the norm.

Several male models were excellent at livening up the atmosphere, doing their best to amuse.

The private room was filled with laughter and cheers, the atmosphere was lively.

Josephine Thompson’s gloomy and depressed mood improved considerably, after a few drinks, she was starting to feel a bit tipsy.

No wonder everyone liked going to nightclubs.

It did help relax one’s mind.

In the midst of the fun.

Angie excitedly returned from outside the private room, "Jamila, it’s really a coincidence today. The private room next to ours is having a reunion, it’s super lively. Let’s go say hi and join them."

"Sure, let’s all go." Jamila Jacobs was very excited, pulling Josephine Thompson along to the next private room.

The Supreme VIP private room next door.

The atmosphere was even more lively, a wild party.

It was full of elite second-generation kids returned from studying in Brelland.

Josephine Thompson was somewhat drunk when she saw a young handsome guy sitting in the corner of the sofa.

With silver-grey hair, a back-slicked style reminiscent of the Caldwen Scene, he was trendy and wild. His sharply defined features made him look like a character straight out of a comic. A cross earring dangled from his left ear, with a matching luxury chain around his neck. Wearing a black shirt and a watch, his long legs lazily strewn on the crystal coffee table.

Chic, rebellious, cool, and filled with charisma, bold yet dignified.

He casually lit a cigarette, smoke wafting from his thin lips, the lighter twirling like magic between his fingers.

Josephine Thompson instinctively felt drawn to him, genuinely curious and praising, "...That model is quite handsome, is he the headliner here?"

Poof!

The boisterous private room instantly fell silent.

The man’s sharp gaze slowly turned to Josephine Thompson.

Angie, looking panicked, leaned in to whisper in her ear, "He’s not a model, he’s the Crown Prince of The Caldwen Scene, Julian Grant."