Starting with A Divorce novel (Ainsley and Cason)
Chapter 273

Chapter 273 Ink Club

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Ainsley had been absent-minded during the shooting and the whole afternoon.

On the way back, she didn't talk much, but Lainey was pleased.

"I'm quite glad to see you like this. Aisy, if you feel sad and low, you should just allow yourself to be sad. No one will force you to stay cheerful. When you feel depressed, just take your time to process that emotion. Or you can just cry your heart out. You went too hard on yourself in the past. Don't pretend to be strong. At least in front of me and your brother, you can just be yourself."

Ainsley smiled bitterly. During her on-and-off relationship with Manuel, she was always torn between happiness and sadness.

She always forgave Manuel when he came back to her and felt sad when she saw him with Irene.

Lainey looked at the time. It was only nine o'clock in the evening.

"Stop!" she said to the driver. "Turn around and go to Pearl Hotel."

Ainsley looked at her suspiciously and did not stop her.

Lainey took her all the way to Pearl Hotel and went straight to Roman's office. Roman always reminded her of Manuel, so she got angry when she saw him.

She said directly, "Stop! Don't say anything to me. Whenever I saw you, I thought of that jerk. Give the pork knuckle back to me."

Roman took out the pork knuckle from the bag and gave them to her. "But you still haven't forgotten about the pork knuckle."

"The pork knuckle is so much lovelier than you." Lainey directly ***it back and gave one to

Ainsley.

"Here. I didn't replace the chance to give you some at the party yesterday. I'll come to ask for it every

day."

Ainsley took it. She had to admit that Roman was as good as a chef could get. Before she even opened the packaging, she smelt the aroma, which made her mouth water. They stood at the foot of the Pearl Hotel eating pork knuckles. The passers-by and the people who

entered the hotel all looked at them strangely when they smelled the aroma.

Ainsley had never eaten pork knuckles at the roadside before, but it felt good.

Ten o'clock at night.

Lainey looked at Ainsley meaningfully. "Let's go. I'll take you to a place tonight. Baby, you'll thank

me."

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Chapter 273 Ink Club

Ainsley had been absent-minded during the shooting and the whole afternoon.

On the way back, she didn't talk much, but Lainey was pleased.

"I'm quite glad to see you like this. Aisy, if you feel sad and low, you should just allow yourself to be sad. No one will

force you to stay cheerful. When you feel depressed, just take your time to process that emotion. Or you can just cry your heart out. You went too hard on yourself in the past. Don't pretend to be strong. At least in front of me and your brother, you can just be yourself."

Ainsley smiled bitterly. During her on-and-off relationship with Manuel, she was always torn between happiness and

sadness.

She always forgave Manuel when he came back to her and felt sad when she saw him with Irene.

Lainey looked at the time. It was only nine o'clock in the evening.

"Stop!" she said to the driver. "Turn around and go to Pearl Hotel."

Ainsley looked at her suspiciously and did not stop her.

Lainey took her all the way to Pearl Hotel and went straight to Roman's office. Roman always reminded her of Manuel, so she got angry when she saw him.

She said directly, "Stop! Don't say anything to me. Whenever I saw you, I thought of that jerk. Give the pork knuckle back to me."

Roman took out the pork knuckle from the bag and gave them to her. "But you still haven't forgotten about the pork

knuckle."

"The pork knuckle is so much lovelier than you." Lainey directly ****it back and gave one to Ainsley.

"Here. I didn't replace the chance to give you some at the party yesterday. I'll come to ask for it every day."

Ainsley took it. She had to admit that Roman was as good as a chef could get. Before she even opened the packaging, she smelt the aroma, which made her mouth water. They stood at the foot of the Pearl Hotel eating pork knuckles. The passers-by and the people who entered the hotel all looked at them strangely when they smelled the aroma. Ainsley had never eaten pork knuckles at the roadside before, but it felt good.

Ten o'clock at night.

Lainey looked at Ainsley meaningfully. "Let's go. I'll take you to a place tonight. Baby, you'll thank me."

The car drove down the long road and stopped at an alley in the busiest block.

They stopped at the entrance of a bar. Lainey put her hand on Ainsley's shoulder and smiled. "Forget that jerk tonight. Or do you need some old cliche to cheer you up?" "Give me some."

Lainey cleared her throat and said with emotions, "Oh, my dear Aisy, you have to know that other than love, there is also life, friendship, and family. Don't be sad, and don't despair. You still have a bright future ahead..."

Ainsley hurriedly dragged her into the bar. "Why do you sound like you're reciting poetry?"

"You don't like this one? I have other versions. Do you want to hear the nightclub version?"

"Go ahead." Ainsley raised an eyebrow.

"There are 3.5 billion men in the world! Aisy, you are so beautiful and perfect. Why waste all our time on one tree when

there is a vast forest before us?"

With that, she grabbed Ainsley's wrist. "Come. There's one tree in the forest I'd like you to meet."

Inside the Ink Club.

The dreamy and mysterious light shone on the colorful wine glasses. It looked as if the light had settled down to the bottom of the glasses, which somehow made people feel melancholy.

In the colorful, flickering, and dim light, one after another, the people gave in to their primal desires and shook their

bodies on the dance floor.

The sound of the music was so loud that people could no longer hear each other clearly. Ainsley saw that two people in the booth next to theirs were basically shouting to converse.

Men and women on the dance floor vented their madness and all kinds of complicated emotions. Only in this place

could they forget about all the other things for a while.

After the nights she spent with Roman, Roman forbade Lainey to go to the bar again. But it was for her best friend, so

she had to come!

"Aisy, do you want to dance? I heard many people say that this kind of place can get your mind off things. If you feel bad, try to relax here."

Ainsley took a seat at the bar counter, casually asked for a glass of champagne, took a sip, and put it down.

She drank too much expensive fine wine at the wine-tasting party yesterday. It had only been one night. She had not

forgotten the taste of the wine at all, so it was difficult to enjoy this champagne.

She sat there quietly. In the past, before she met Cason, she often went to bars with Lainey. At that time, she was young, ignorant, and bold. And nothing had happened to them.

But now, there wasn't even a single glass of wine that could benumb her.

"Give me a glass of wine that can make me feel numb," she said to the bartender.

All the while, Lainey was happily dancing on the dance floor.

"Aisy, come and join us!"

Ainsley waved her hand. She wasn't in the mood.

The Wade Group. Irene was working. She wanted to cooperate with the Glover family, but Ainsley beat her to it.

Her phone rang. She picked it up impatiently. "What is it?"

"Where?"

"Okay, got it."

After the call, Irene smiled, saved the documents on the computer, and left with her bag.

"What? Discovered?" Manuel frowned.

His assistant continued nervously, "They are very vigilant. As long as we lay our fingers on the document, someone will immediately show up to stop us."

Manuel rubbed the space between his eyebrows. "I understand. This matter will be put on hold for now. I heard that something has turned up with the Wade family's factory in Marysville?"

The assistant broke out in a cold sweat. "We heard from the factory that a worker stayed up late that night and put in the wrong material the next day. The machine exploded and killed several people. However right after it happened, the person in charge immediately cordoned off the scene. The others couldn't even see how many people died."

"Okay. Continue to keep an eye on it," Manuel ordered.

"Yes, Mr. Gage." The assistant hurriedly left. When there was no one else in the office, Manuel stood up, walked to the French window, and dialed a number.

"Let's start tomorrow."

The reply was one single word. "Okay."

The Gage Group building towered into the clouds. His office was on the 28th floor and overlooked the entire Seattle.

The rest of the staff had all left, and he still had work to do. He had been planning for a long time, and tomorrow was the day he would make the first move.

Turning his head, he looked at a photo on the shelf. It was Ainsley's sleeping face, which he had secretly taken. After secretly taking the photo, he printed it out and placed it on the shelf.

His finger hovered over Ainsley's phone number. For a long time, he couldn't make up his mind to call her.

It was so late, and he did not know if she was asleep.

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