At that moment, Sylvia was already on her way to the Song Hotel. She'd heard rumors that Nathaniel Fu was playing cards there.
Ever since an older man had taken away her spotlight at the birthday banquet, Nathaniel hadn't given her the slightest attention. Sylvia had spent her days in a daze, unable to guess what he was really thinking.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed.
It was a text from Nathaniel: "Come and spend the night with me."
Sylvia nearly jumped in her seat.
Nathaniel Fu had asked her to spend the night with him!
Oh. My. God.
Finally!
She had waited so long for this moment. And to make things perfect, she had even sprayed on her new CC Spring Encounter perfume.
Tonight, she wouldn't need that ugly clown girl Celia to take her place. She could sleep with Nathaniel herself!
Sylvia immediately replied, "I'll be there soon, honey!"
Just when she thought he wouldn't message again, her phone dinged once more.
Another text from Nathaniel.
"Tonight, I want to take a good look at your three-petal peach blossom birthmark."
Three-petal peach blossom birthmark?
The smile that had just bloomed on Sylvia's face instantly froze.
What birthmark?
She didn't have a birthmark like that.
Could it be... Celia's?
"..."
She had just bought the CC perfume, and now there was the birthmark issue. Sylvia suddenly felt mentally exhausted.
What now? She didn't have that mark. If she went, she'd be exposed.
It felt like Nathaniel's message was really saying: Don't bother coming.
So that little witch Celia would win again tonight?
Gritting her teeth, Sylvia picked up her phone and called Celia.
In the VIP suite, Celia's phone rang. She glanced at the screen—Sylvia.
What did she want now?
Celia was seated on a side sofa. She picked up the call.
Sylvia's biting voice came through immediately: "Celia, where are you? Get to the Song Club now and sleep with my husband tonight."
Sleep with Nathaniel Fu?
Celia's gaze drifted toward the card table. Nathaniel was back in his seat, a fresh cigarette between his fingers.
As if sensing her gaze, he looked up too. Their eyes met across the room.
Celia quickly looked away.
She lowered her voice and said coldly, "Sylvia, if you don't want your husband, then say it outright. Someone else will happily take him. You don't need to keep throwing him at me. I already told you—I'm not going to be your stand-in anymore."
"You still haven't found the jade pendant at the Fu estate, have you?" Sylvia sneered. "I know exactly where it is."
Celia's grip on her phone tightened.
"Go keep my husband company tonight—room 6901. If you can satisfy him, I'll tell you where the pendant is tomorrow morning."
Two beeps, and the call disconnected.
From across the room, Nathaniel watched her silently. Her delicate hands were clenched around the phone, her knuckles pale. Her teeth were biting into her lower lip, nearly breaking the skin.
She clearly didn't want to go to him tonight.
But the game had already begun. What choice did she have now?
The card game wrapped up. Fu Jue stood and gently helped Celia to her feet.
The crowd around them chuckled and teased, "Mr. Fu, where are you two lovebirds going? Starting the nightlife early?"
At that moment, Nathaniel stepped out of the VIP room. Wen Shaoqian and Zane Song followed behind.
Nathaniel had one hand in his trouser pocket, the other draped with his jacket. His dark eyes were fixed intently on her face.
His beauty was right in front of him.