Chapter 334: Chapter 334

Sigh, looking at this stack of documents, he has to stay late at work again.

Not long after Kevin rolled out, Elias Sinclair put on his coat and got up to leave.

His brows were tightly knit, one hand pressed to his chest, as if trying to drive something away from there.

"Cameron Grant, put aside the company matters, come to The Onyx Bar."

"Be here within ten minutes." Elias Sinclair coldly dialed Cameron Grant’s number.

He initially wanted to drink alone, but thinking about all those women at the bar constantly trying to strike up a conversation, his brows furrowed even more.

With Cameron Grant around, he wouldn’t have to waste his breath telling them to get lost!

Regarding other women, Elias Sinclair really didn’t even want to say a single word to them.

Cameron Grant indeed arrived at the bar within ten minutes.

Even if Elias Sinclair hadn’t called him over today, he too would have gone out to drown his sorrows late at night.

Ever since Elias Sinclair publicly disclosed his relationship with Quinn Lockwood, Cameron Grant had rarely smiled genuinely.

Though he was still that elegant and gentle CEO of The Lowell Group in front of outsiders, always with a smile on his face.

But no one knew the real bitterness in his heart.

Cameron Grant wore a dark blue suit with gilded edges, complementing his ethereal and handsome features with nobility and elegance.

"Elias." Cameron Grant walked to the central booth number 888, sitting across from Elias Sinclair.

Elias Sinclair glanced up slightly at Cameron Grant, with a half-empty wine bottle placed in front of him.

Judging by the time Elias called Cameron, this half bottle of wine was almost gulped down in one go.

Elias Sinclair, face flushed with a hint of intoxication, stood up and opened another bottle of wine, placing it directly in front of Cameron Grant.

Cameron Grant accepted the wine, hesitated slightly, then nodded, clinking bottles with Elias Sinclair, and gulped down several mouthfuls.

Bitter, it’s both astringent and bitter.

Completely lacking the rich aroma of grapes.

The sight of two noble and handsome men quietly drinking their lonely drinks naturally attracted the attention of many women.

Not to mention that this central booth 888 is not something just anyone can afford to book.

Even if they can’t win over such prestigious men, the thought of even just spending one night with them was enough for them to brag about to their friends.

More so because these two men’s looks and demeanor seemed almost perfect.

"Lina, let’s go." A sexy woman in a mini skirt and low-cut top winked at a nearby cool and elegant looking woman.

The elegant woman followed Lina’s gaze towards Elias Sinclair and Cameron Grant, a seductive smile appearing on her face.

The two women swayed their slender waists one after the other towards booth 888.

Meanwhile, at a single booth on the edge, Joyce Kramer watched with interest at the two women intending to strike up a conversation, a mocking smile on her face.

Ha, vulgar gold diggers!

Downing a strong cocktail in one gulp, Joyce Kramer let out a bitter smile.

The Elias she had pursued with all her heart for so long had ended up with the very man she had always despised!

"Gentlemen, this late-night lonely drink is quite bitter, why not let the two of us ladies accompany you and drink to oblivion?" Lina tugged at her low-cut top, a seductive smile on her face.

"Scram!" This time Elias Sinclair didn’t wait for Cameron Grant to refuse for him and directly snapped in a chilling tone. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel·fiɾe·net

"But... sir, we..." Lina’s smile froze on her face, nearly losing her soul from Elias Sinclair’s icy expression.

"You’d better leave before this gentleman loses his temper." Cameron Grant tapped the glass on the table, his voice still clear and pure.

Joyce Kramer laughed out loud watching the two women retreat in panic.

Her gaze fell on the two distinguished men, and her expression suddenly changed.

Elias... Mr. Sinclair and Mr. Grant?

Joyce Kramer quickly set down her glass and walked over.

How could Mr. Sinclair be at the bar with Mr. Grant at this hour? Surely there were still plenty of company matters to be dealt with.

Could it be... that woman Quinn Lockwood really cheated?

"Hey, Dylan, don’t those two men look like my brother-in-law and Cameron?" Xenia Monroe chewed a strawberry and tugged Dylan’s sleeve.

"Not sure, it’s too dark to tell." Dylan observed for a while but still couldn’t confirm the identity of the two men.

Xenia puckered her lips, took a cherry from the fruit plate, and popped it into her mouth.

Joyce Kramer, while walking towards Elias Sinclair, subtly wiped off her bright red lipstick and tied up her hair.

She knew that Mr. Sinclair liked gentle and pure women, while her current makeup and style were admittedly too bold and sexy.

"Mr. Sinclair?" Joyce Kramer walked up to Elias Sinclair and gently took hold of his arm.

Cameron Grant, being at the bar choosing cocktails, didn’t see this scene.

"What did you call me?" Elias Sinclair, almost done with the entire bottle of wine, was now fully under its influence, his vision blurred and unable to clearly see the face in front of him.

But from her ponytail and fresh makeup, Elias Sinclair thought she was Quinn Lockwood.

Actually, Elias Sinclair wasn’t fond of gentle and pure women as Joyce thought.

It was because Quinn Lockwood liked ponytails, liked light makeup, liked elegant and pure dress styles.

Everything was because Quinn Lockwood liked them, so Elias Sinclair also liked them.

Even if Quinn Lockwood said today that she liked a sexy, alluring style, Elias Sinclair would immediately start liking sexy styled women.

However, Quinn Lockwood could only be sexy in front of him alone.

"I called you... Mr. Sinclair..." Joyce Kramer blushed inch by inch under Elias Sinclair’s gentle and fervent gaze, her voice tender and charming.

Hearing her response, he was evidently pleased.

"I don’t permit you to call me that." Elias Sinclair lowered his eyes, pulling the person in front of him into his embrace, exuding a domineering and fierce aura.

And although Xenia Monroe kept eating, her eyes were constantly on Elias Sinclair’s side.

The more Xenia Monroe watched, the more something felt off.

Considering Elias Sinclair’s imposing presence and his unique aristocratic and aloof demeanor, there was absolutely no way she could have mistaken him.

Seeing that man over there hold another woman she didn’t recognize in his arms, Xenia Monroe suddenly stood up, intending to walk over.

Just then, Cameron Grant returned with two meticulously crafted cocktails, and Xenia Monroe could no longer remain calm, leaving Dylan in the dust as she rushed over.

"Elias... can I call you Elias?" Joyce Kramer rested her head on Elias Sinclair’s shoulder, her arms tightly wrapped around him.

She finally, finally was about to live her dream; this high and mighty man was actually holding her so affectionately. If when they left here...