Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
Chapter 1601

Chapter 1601 Let Her Go

Meanwhile, in Lightspring, Linda wanted to get down from the car and go home after the passionate session with Mark, but he just refused to let her go.

In his opinion, she was his woman since they had slept together, and he did not mind that she had been with another man before. From that moment on, he wanted to keep her by his side and wished to treat her well for the rest of their lives.

"Mark, don't flatter yourself," Linda said and left.

Mark was much more passionate than Duke, and it was the first time she enjoyed lovemaking so much. She felt wild and extremely satisfied. Since Duke did not want her anymore, she thought that she had the right to indulge in pleasure with his subordinate right below his office.

As Mark listened to Linda's heartless words, his heart ached. He knew that if she had not done something that annoyed Duke, he would not have had the opportunity to do what they had just done.

It did not matter, though. Since they had already had a sexual relationship, she was his, and he did not mind anything that had happened previously between Duke and her. All he wanted was to watch over her With those thoughts on his mind, he followed her home in his car. It was only after the light in her room inside her home came on that he turned off his car engine, leaned back in his seat, and closed his eyes. The next day, as soon as Mark opened his eyes, he saw Linda coming downstairs, carrying an attaché case. Immediately, he got out of the car and stopped her.

"Where are you going?"

Linda frowned when she saw Mark suddenly appear in front of her.

"What is it to you where I am going?"

We have only slept together once. That does not give him the right to control me. With that, Linda snorted and continued on her way, carrying the case.

Mark thought that she wanted to run away from him, so he grabbed her case and held on tight to it.

"Where are you going?"

Linda frowned. If I do not answer his question, will he hold on to my case and keep me here?

"I'm headed for Turlen, where Duke has sent me on a mission. Do you have any objections to that?" she asked coldly.

Having ascertained that she was not avoiding him on purpose, he released the case, and she left in a car.

Mark looked in her direction and then gave Duke a call, telling his boss that he would like to go to Turlen with her. Duke was agreeable to it. After all, Linda had partnered with Mark for many years, and they were well-coordinated, which would result in the early successful completion of the task should they head to Turlen together.

Thus, Duke asked Mark to head for the airport straightaway while he sent his secretary to bring the visa to the latter.

For the past few days in Turlen, Xavier had watched the lovey-dovey interactions between Harvey and Sonia and found them unbearable. Finding it impossible to stay there anymore, he picked up his phone and wallet and headed straight for the bar.

Inside the bar's dimly-lit and bustling atmosphere, he phoned Dillon to come over and have a drink with him.

Dillon was glad to receive his call. He knew Xavier had come over there for work, so he dared not take the initiative to contact him. Rather, he waited for the latter to reach out to him at his own convenience. After arriving at the bar, they took seats and drank while watching the men and women dancing in the center of the dance floor.

"Dude, what have you been doing recently?" Xavier asked as he looked at Dillon.

Dillon replied with a smile, "My father got a job for me, so I've been working."

Xavier nodded and continued watching the dance floor absentmindedly. Suddenly, he frowned and got up to head in that direction, but Dillon stopped him.

"Eric, what are you doing?" It looks like his eyes are shooting out flames.

"Dillon, I can't drink with you tonight. Let's drink together another time." As Xavier spoke, he took out a stack of money and placed them onto Dillon's palm before he walked toward the center of the dance floor, where he looked at a man who was tugging on a woman's arms. "Let her go!" he demanded sternly.