Chapter 99 Getting Drunk Alone
After realizing she had bumped into someone, Erin quickly apologized, “I’m sorry!”
As she looked up at the person, she was stunned. The handsome Louis was already grinning delightedly. “Miss Lane, it’s you! What a coincidence to see you again…”
“I’m sorry, I’m in a bit of a hurry…‘
Louis glanced at the bank card in Erin’s hands with his blue eyes. He then retrieved a card case from his suit’s pocket and handed her a simple business card.
Holding the card with two hands, he said sincerely, “Miss Lane, I know you’re in a hurry. So I won’t keep you long. Here is my business card. I hope you’ll take it. I’m really sorry for mistaking you for my deceased wife last time. If you need any help in the future, please don’t hesitate to contact me.”
Looking at the business card in his hand, Erin didn’t know whether to accept it, but Louis continued to smile at her, his attitude sincere and full of goodwill.
Eventually, she took Louis‘ business card and said, “I’m sorry, I don’t have a business card…”
Louis smiled. “It’s okay. As long as you don’t throw away my business card.”
Erin had actually thought about doing just that, but being called out directly by Louis made her feel somewhat embarrassed. Of course not…” She continued, “I’m sorry, I really have to go now. I have some matters to attend to.”
Louis smiled faintly. “Of course, Miss Lane. I hope to see you again next time.”
Erin waved to him and quickly walked away.
Louis stared at Erin’s disappearing figure and couldn’t return to his senses for a long time. A hint of fondness appeared in his eyes as he looked at her.
His assistant asked, “Sir, since you’re interested in getting closer to her, why not find a way to create more opportunities?” Louis’s mysterious eyes gleamed with a hint of sharpness. “There’s no need to rush. Someday, she’ll come to me on her own.”
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As Erin arrived outside the restaurant, Quentin had already left in his car.
For a moment, she didn’t know what to do, but then she realized she could simply mail the bank card to his company when she had the time. With that sorted, the only thing on her mind was that Chandler was getting engaged next month.
Feeling numb, she walked to the BMW Chandler bought her and looked at the key in her hand. However, she didn’t get into
the car.
Erin wanted to hail a cab. Before leaving the restaurant, she went to a secluded spot in the parking lot.
Hans was in the car and quickly rolled down the window when she knocked on the window.
“I know Chandler ordered you to follow me, but I hope you can give me some space today. I need some time alone to calm
down.”
“Miss Lane, please don’t make things difficult for me. I’m just following Mr. Frost’s orders.” Hans didn’t dare to disobey Chandler.
Erin sneered. “Don’t worry. You won’t need to follow me anymore from tomorrow. So tonight, I’ll call the shots. I’ll take responsibility for whatever happens. If you continue to follow me, I will report you to the police.”
Erin didn’t seem like she was joking. Hans‘ face darkened, and he remained silent.
Erin didn’t bother to wait for his response and strode away.
When she arrived at the roadside, she began to hail a taxi, and within five minutes, she managed to get one.
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When Erin got into the car, she saw the black Range Rover following them. She said to the driver, “Sir, can you please drive around a little longer? There’s a creep following me. If you can help me shake him off, I’ll give you an extra two hundred
dollars tip.”
The driver was happy to hear such a great offer. “Sure, miss. Please fasten your seat belt! It’s not my first time trying to shake off such people…”
After twenty minutes of navigating through a series of obstructive red lights, the driver successfully shook off Hans‘ Range
Rover.
Only then did Erin tell the driver the name of a five–star hotel in the suburbs.
She didn’t want to return to Chandler’s villa tonight, nor did she want to find her best friend, Holly.
She wanted to drink some wine and smoke alone to thoroughly think through the problem between her and Chandler.
Erin arrived at the hotel two hours later and requested a business suite.
Once inside the hotel room, she took a shower.
Then, Erin put on a bathrobe and called for room service. She requested them to buy her a bottle of red wine and a pack of cigarettes from a nearby convenience store.
Forty minutes later, she drank half a bottle of red wine and smoked six cigarettes.
Erin turned up the volume of the television a little, fearing that the neighboring rooms would hear her if she ended up crying.
Already tipsy, she held the remote control and aimlessly switched channels.
Thinking back on every moment she had with Chandler and finally deciding to let go now, she couldn’t believe how much her heart was hurting.
Erin took another sip of the cheap but strong red wine and burst into laughter as she held the bank card that Quentin had given her.
“Fifty million… Even if I became a prostitute, I couldn’t earn this much! Being Chandler’s underground lover is really worth it. “She laughed bitterly but was cut off when she choked on the smoke.
She walked into the bathroom and tossed the cigarette butt into the toilet.
As she returned to the bedroom, her phone rang.
Erin didn’t need to look at it; she knew it was Chandler calling due to the distinctive ringtone.
She knew Chandler was on a business trip at Seaside City and was visiting his cousin..
Her phone kept ringing. So Erin walked over and switched it off.
The story between them had come to a complete end tonight.
She lifted the bottle of red wine and took two big gulps, tears streaming down her face as she finished the rest of the bottle.
Erin tossed the empty bottle onto the carpet and lay down. She cried and laughed, finally understanding why Chandler had always kept her as his mistress.
“You don’t have a wife or girlfriend…but you have a damned fiancée. I…I hate mistresses the most!” Erin yelled at the ceiling in anger.
She never expected to become a mistress herself…
As Erin was laughing at herself for being such a fool, the doorbell outside rang urgently. The person outside seemed to be very
angry.
The piercing sound of the doorbell drowned out the television. Erin struggled to get up and stumbled to the door.
As she opened the door, she saw two men’s faces merging into one. Her mouth reeking of alcohol, she said, “Mat… thew?”
Shocked, Matthew immediately pushed her into the room. Then, he locked the door behind them.
“What are you…doing here?” Erin could barely stand on her own.
Matthew quickly reached out to hold her waist. Erin’s bathrobe was loose, and her fair skin was exposed.
Matthew’s amber eyes grew dark and deep, and he gulped. He then tightened her bathrobe and led her into the bedroom. After helping Erin lay down, he immediately pulled up the silk blanket to cover her body and spoke solemnly, “Erin, how did you get so drunk? Were you alone?”
