Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 58

Dylan’s hand was left awkwardly hanging in the air.

Confusion appeared on his face. However, his glasses concealed the smug excitement at succeeding in his mischief.

“Mr. Rogers?” He drew his hand back with a slightly raised eyebrow before deliberately reminding him. “If I recall correctly, Ms. Seymour is the companion that I invited.”

“If I’m seeing this right…” Kevan held on to Larissa’s hand tightly, his dark eyes fixed at a specific point on the driveway. “That white Lamborghini coming over here is Sharon’s car…”

He had not even finished speaking yet when Dylan vanished. Larissa was so stunned by the speed of Dylan’s escape–he literally melted into the night in a second.

Her mouth was hanging open even as she stared at where Dylan had been.

“Time to head inside.” Kevan pulled her hand, and Larissa got out of the car. She turned to look at the white Lamborghini with curiosity.

In a few seconds, the white car zoomed into the wide parking area, the sound of its engine growing louder the closer it got. With an amazing drift, followed by the sudden shriek of the brakes, the car came to a steady stop at the parking space next to theirs. Larissa had only seen such masterful driving skills on television.

arissa nearly applauded the driver’s performance.

The Lamborghini’s door opened, and a tall woman gracefully emerged from the car. Her long, curly chestnut hair was left unbound, and she wore a cream–colored jumpsuit. She wore just the right

amount of makeup, and her beautiful features were clear–prominent eyebrows, large eyes, a tall nose, and a somewhat aggressive

temperament.

“Mr. Rogers.” She had a hand in her pocket, and the smile she had on her face added to her overall handsomeness.

Larissa suddenly understood why more and more female celebrities liked creating dominant images for themselves. Just one glance and she was close to falling in love with this handsome woman who was more dashing than the average man. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Ms. Davis.” Kevan smiled at her. “If you’re looking for Dylan…he just left.”

Sharon Davis‘ expression did not change.

“You overthink, Mr. Rogers. I just happened to meet you here, so I came to say hello,” Sensing Larissa’s gaze, Sharon glanced over to her. When she saw her and Kevan holding hands, she asked with great interest, “Has your long–time germaphobia been finally fixed?”

Kevan avoided the question. “If there’s nothing else, Ms. Davis, we’ll be heading inside.” He helped Larissa walk toward the villa, and Sharon followed.

“Why not together?“.

She went over to Larissa’s other side.

“You haven’t introduced me, Mr. Rogers. Who is this young lady? Why have I never met her before?”

“She’s my companion tonight.” Kevan’s introduction was brief and to the point.

“I thought you never brought companions to banquets? Why did you make an exception tonight?” Sharon studied Larissa carefully, then her eyes sparkled. “But she’s quite pretty, eh? Has she signed with any management companies? Is she interested in debuting as an actress?”

“No,” Kevan answered flatly for Larissa.

Sharon, however, forcibly pressed a business card into Larissa’s hand. “If you have any thoughts on having a career change, you can find me at any time.” She fluttered er eyelashes at Larissa, whose heart melted at once. She even started to wonder low successful she would be as an actress.

“Mr. Rogers is here!” someone shouted loudly, and the lively villa fell silent in an instant. The three standing at the entrance became the center of attention. Sharon immediately pulled away from the other two and melted into the crowd.

“Mr. Rogers!”