MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

In the evening, Heather drove to a restaurant named Shangri-La.

She got out of the car and directly called. Leila. "Have you guys arrived? Where are you?" 

"We're at the door…." Leila said in a weak tone. "You'll see us later."

Heather felt Leila's voice sounded a little weird.

Looking back, she did see Leila and Lana standing at the door. They were both looking in her direction, shocked.

Heather felt it was very strange. Why did she feel there was something wrong?

She walked to them and asked with puzzlement, "Why do you both wear weird expressions?"

"Heather," Leila said, taking a deep breath and looking at her with a grave face, "If you're in trouble, you can tell Lana and me, and we'll find a way to help you."

"Yes!" Lana nodded in agreement as she looked at Heather with a worried face.

"What are you talking about?" Heather asked, frowning tightly. "Why are your words so confusing?"

"You're not going astray, are you?" Leila asked bluntly after thinking for a while.

"What the hell!" Heather was even more helpless. "Why do you think I'm going astray?" 

"Whose Ferrari is that?" Lana pointed to her car.

They had just been attracted to the Ferrari, but when Heather got out of the car, they couldn't believe their eyes! Anyway, it wasn't their fault. After all, during her four years in college, Heather had never shown any signs that she was rich or had a car. After moving to the villa, she had recently bought a car to make it more convenient for her to travel, so it was hard for them not to think of something bad.

Heather turned her head to give the car a look and said, looking blankly. "It's mine."

"Why do you have such an expensive car?" 

The two girls looked even more grave.

"I bought it with my pocket money," Heather replied truthfully.

"Are you kidding?" Leila was instantly speechless and then said angrily, "Do you think this is a model car that costs only hundreds of dollars? Do you think you can really buy it with your pocket money?"

"Come on..." Heather knew what they were worried about at long last. She said helplessly, "As the lady of the Denmark family, although I have no interest in inheriting the Denmark Group, the amount of dividend I get from my shares every year is astronomical, okay? So buying such a car is a piece of cake!"

"You..." The two friends apparently didn't believe her as they looked at her anxiously. 

Heather spoke with resignation, "Well, how about going with me first? When Alexander comes, you'll believe me anyway, won't you?"

Leila and Lana eyed each other suspiciously. They couldn't stand in the doorway all the time. Perhaps meeting Heather's boyfriend would solve the problem they were worried about.

"Good," they agreed and went into the hall with Heather.

When the three of them approached a waiter, Heather spoke calmly, "Hello, we've booked the Lincoln hall..."

"Heather Denmark?" A familiar voice sounded.

Heather instantly frowned. It was a really annoying sound, and its owner was haunting. 

She turned her head around and saw Malcolm Carter standing next to an old woman dressed in sexy clothes. The two of them were so close that it was obvious that they had an unusual relationship.

Heather was a little surprised. She couldn't help but look at Leila and ask, "Isn't his girlfriend Helen Jenkins? Besides... isn't this woman a little old?"

"There was such a big incident. How can Helen Jenkins possibly be with him now even if she was stupid?" Leila sniffed and said under her breath. "They broke up. I heard that Malcolm Carter had a bad reputation at school, and thus he couldn't seduce his rich female classmates, so he went out and found an old rich woman to keep him. I thought it was a rumor, but it's actually true!"

Heather was very speechless. She had never agreed to be Malcolm Carter's girlfriend partly because she could sense that the man wasn't a good guy, but she had never expected him to be so bad.

At the sight of her, Malcolm Carter's eyes were filled with unbridled hatred.

If it hadn't been for Heather Denmark, he wouldn't have ended up like that now! At least Helen Jenkins was young and pretty, but now her lover was just a flabby old woman! Helen Jenkins hated him so much even asked her father to use his private right to distort his diploma. Hence, he had no choice but to suck it up and curry favor with the old woman!

It was all Heather's fault!

Malcolm blamed it all on Heather. He didn't seem to think that he would never have such a bad ending if he hadn't written those posts to insult Heather.

His thoughts increased his hatred. But the more he hated Heather, the more he wanted to humiliate her and make her submit herself to his rules!

Heather looked at him coldly. His obscene eyes really made her sick. This kind of person wasn't worth her time.

Ignoring him, she turned to the waiter and continued, "Please take us to the Lincoln hall." 

"Your friend?" asked the woman next to Malcolm.

"Patty, what are you talking about?" Malcolm sneered and gnashed his teeth. "I don't dare make friends with such a woman!"

"Oh, then you must have a feud," Patty Sanchez said.

"Patty, can you lend me your gold card for two minutes?" Malcolm said in a soft voice, fawning on her.

"All right, little brat," Patty said with a laugh. "Don't disgrace me!"

As the waiter was about to lead the three girls upstairs, Malcolm stopped him.

Malcolm said with a smirk on his face.

"Have they booked the Lincoln Hall? I want it! Ask them to give it to me!"

"Sir," said the waiter, somewhat embarrassed, "It's them who have booked it first..."

"I'm a VIP! I have priority!" With a haughty look, Malcolm took out a gold card.

Heather was very speechless at the sight of his complacent face. "Do you really think if you have a gold card, you can do whatever you want? Waiter, please explain to him."

The waiter said with embarrassment, "The priority of gold card members is limited to the situation where there aren't empty rooms. But, Sir, there are empty rooms now, so you have no right to request the other guests to give you the private room."

There was a touch of shame and anger on Malcolm's face. He said furiously, "Get me your boss. I want to make a complaint!"