Single Mother: Struggling With The Dangerous CEO
Chapter 53

Chapter 53 

It was already ten in the evening when the dinner party ended.

Patrick had already arranged for the next event.

Several Smith executives were drunk, but none of them objected as they tacitly agreed to hisarrangements.

When they went outside the hotel, Patrick said to her, "You should go home now.Our next stop is notsuitable for a woman like you."

Sophia could only imagine what kind of place it was.

They would visit a world of debauchery filled with women and alcohol.Men were animals that used theirlower body parts to think.

Patrick might not be an exception to this.

Patrick frowned when he saw that she was not leaving and said, "Leroy has arrived.You can go anduse the car"

Sophia nodded and was about to walk away when a high-ranking member of the Smith Groupstaggered over.

"Mr.Evans, are you not bringing this young lady along? It's alright.We will have our own fun, and wewon't bother her!"

Patrick was silent.

He wanted to refuse again, but he knew that he had already shown impoliteness when they were inHillwood City.

Now, he had no reason to reject the invitation.

If he did refuse, he could not bear the reproach of others.

Sophia saw Patrick's silence and knew that if this matter were not handled properly, it would make theother party feel very embarrassed.

Putting aside other things, if she was not in Evans Enterprise now and worked in any company inFrostford City, she could not do anything that would make it difficult for her superior.

Moreover, Patrick had already done enough for her as her superior.

She could not hope for anything else.

"Yes, sir, I have nothing to do at home.It is good for everyone to go out and have fun!"

Sophia came to his rescue.

Patrick nodded.

The executives of the Smith thought that they had done something to help Patrick.

They were so happy that they couldn't close their mouths.

They staggered drunkenly as they walked towards the car waiting by the roadside.

Leroy drove over to get them.

Patrick and Sophia got into the car.

They were also awfully silent the entire way.

Patrick drank wine during dinner.He was not drunk, but he was tipsy.

Those guys from the Smith Group came prepared.

Their alcohol tolerance was so high that it was difficult for him to drink with them.

Sophia was excellent at observing.She wanted to ask him about the situation after drinking, but shedecided to forget it.

He had a sense of decency in doing things.

She should not need to worry about him.

Besides, he would also call people for help if he had enough.

Just like what he said that night in Hillwood City.

‘Do you know the difference between the boss and ordinary employees? Even when everyone seemedunsure on how to resolve the issue, the boss will still have a way to resolve things.

Patrick would always have a way to sort things out.

Patrick seemed to have inquired about the executive's preferences and age in advance and chose aplace even more scandalous than the place Mr.Smith had chosen in Hillwood City.

When they arrived at the private room, a few executives of the Smith Group called over the manager.

It seemed that they were familiar with these kinds of places already.

Not long later, many beautiful women came in to accompany them.

Sure enough, it was no different from the social engagements that Sophia had imagined.

Patrick sat at the corner of the sofa.

His upper body leaned forward, his elbows supported by his long legs.

One of his hands was holding a cigarette, and from time to time, he listened to the words that theexecutives of the Smith Group occasionally said.

He listened very carefully and sometimes responded with a few words of his own.

Sophia could not hear what his response was.She only saw his beautiful thin lips open and close.

After a while, the private room door was pushed open again, and two beautiful women walked in,heading straight to the direction where Patrick was sitting.

Sophia sat on the sofa two seats away from Patrick.

Seeing this situation, she tactfully moved to the side to make room.

Patrick raised his eyebrows and looked in her direction but did not speak.

Although these women were only there to cheer them up or be assigned to the side of a big shot likePatrick, they looked intelligent and had a sense of decency.

Patrick still maintained his previous posture and did not move at all.

The two women sitting next to him naturally did not dare to approach rashly and sat in a well-behavedmanner.

The music in the private room roared, the lights flickered, and coupled with the thick smell of smoke,they soon gave Sophia a headache.She stood up a little impatiently.

Because of the loud music, she could only walk to Patrick and point outside; she indicated that sheneeded to get some fresh air.

Patrick did not look at her as if he had been observing her movements from the corner of his eyes.

He waved his hand to acknowledge that he knew what Sophia wanted to do.

Unfamiliar, cold, and restrained, these were all the things Sophia wanted to get from him.Now, he hadalso done it thoroughly.

These actions embodied what her words were to Patrick when they were in the elevator.

‘Yet, why do I feel bitter in my heart?’ Sophia thought.

She couldn't figure out her feelings.

But she was entertaining the possibility of her getting to know the world of men for the first time, so shethought that she could also have a romantic life.

She also realized that these men with high positions would not be bound to a woman.

They were all just playing along and nothing more.

Was there even sincerity involved in these relationships? She was glad that she understood it in time.

Sophia went out of the private room and finally breathed smoothly.

When she was out of the room, she saw a group of people by the elevator.

Sofas were precisely placed for women like her who wanted to catch some fresh air.

She thanked the designer in her mind for being humane and careful enough to consider thepossibilities of people going out of the private rooms to breathe.

After walking for a while, she was about to reach the corner of the elevator when she bumped into theperson who came out of another private room along the hallway.

It was a man, Sophia realized.

Sophia rubbed her nose that was hurt from the collision.

She raised her eyes to look at the other person and was stunned for a moment.

The man looked down at her and smiled, "Sophia, why are you here?"

The person who spoke was Brandon, who came and went into her life from time to time.

Sophia could tell that he already drank a lot of wine.His eyes were sharper and darker than usual.

"I am here because my Mr.Evans is here to entertain some guests.How about you?" Sophia askedBrandon.

The time when they bumped into each other, she could distinguish clearly that the room Brandon hadbeen into was as extravagant and licentious as the one she was just in.

It was almost as noisy, and the women’s voices were so loud when Brandon pulled the door open.

"Well, I was just accompanying some business partners, and I was just looking at those girls"

Brandon curved the corners of his mouth and cleverly explained.

Sophia's expression indicated that she understood.She waved her hand, which meant that Brandondidn't need to say more.She walked past him and found a sofa where she could sit down.

Brandon followed him and sat beside her on the sofa while looking at her.

Just as he was thinking about someone, she just happened to appear in front of him.

It was excellent timing.It was said that people who drank alcohol could not control their emotions andwould always tell the truth.

This was true in Brandon's case.

He could not suppress the feelings he had kept bottled all this time.He felt like he was on the verge ofexploding.He was looking for a chance to say it without them being uncomfortable with each other.

Sophia sat quietly.She felt restless as Brandon continued staring at her.She felt an air of oppressionfrom Brandon.She thought it was the natural response a man would give off when they were drunk.Andshe thought that the Brandon she met tonight was different from the Brandom of the past.

His gentleness was gone, and he looked pretty tough.