Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right

“Yes,” the girl answered nervously.

Lindsey perused her resume and remarked, “Your university achievements are commendable, winning a computer competition.

This resume could secure a position at an internet company.

Why pursue a role here?”

“Because… Xiomara pursed her lips, her cheeks puffing up.

“Because I admire you greatly.

I want to work alongside you.

”

Lindsey regarded her tenderly.

The girl’s eyes were earnest, reminiscent of her own hopeful graduation days.

Lowering her head, Lindsey smiled, placing the resume aside.

“Coincidentally, I have an opening in network technology.

You can start here.

”

“Great! Thank you! I’ll give it my all.

” The girl beamed with joy.

Lindsey smiled gently.

This girl was undeniably endearing.

At two in the afternoon, at the Rivercross Club…

Kendra had informed Benny beforehand that she was meeting acquaintances who were wives of successful men, hoping to help the company.

Benny, engrossed in multiple issues, didn’t object and allowed her to go.

She pushed open the door to the club’s most lavish private room on the second floor.

At a glance, she spotted a man seated in the center of the sofa.

Clad in a white shirt and black vest, he lounged with crossed legs, lazily leaning against the sofa’s back.

As Kendra entered, the man’s shrewd and composed gaze subtly narrowed.

They hadn’t crossed paths for two decades, yet this woman remained captivating.

Today, she wore a purple, form-fitting dress, swaying gracefully as she approached.

Approaching forty, she had maintained herself well, appearing no more than her thirties.

“Rupert, long time no see.

” Kendra walked over and settled beside him.

Today, she deliberately dressed up, her face adorned with delicate makeup.

Her fingers elegantly tucked strands of hair behind her ears, exuding the allure of a mature woman with every gesture.

Rupert Walsh, smiled, slipping his arm around Kendra’s shoulder.

I didn’t expect you to still captivate me after nearly twenty years.

With a faint smile playing on her lips, Kendra gazed softly at him.

Her slender index finger delicately covered the man’s lips, an exceptionally enticing gesture.

“I don’t put much stock in a man’s words.

I believed what you said twenty years ago and ended up abandoned.

Do you think I’d believe you again after another twenty years?”

Rupert chuckled, reached for the whiskey before him, poured a glass, and offered it to Kendra.

“I appreciate intelligent women.

Tell me, what brings you to me this time?”

Kendra downed the glass of whisky in a single gulp.

In the past, she had been the top escort in this club, and out-drinking a dozen men was a piece of cake for her.