After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire

Chapter 120 Friends With Benefits？

As the call finished, the investigation of Mason barely turned to a closed-file for Hannah. She had seen

how powerful the Wold family was, and a background research was merely a piece of cake. How come

Oscar had been the last winner in the previous life? The support from the Wold family must be a key.

But why had they chosen Oscar Wells other than Theodore Wold? These two families did not seem to

be in a same alliance. This puzzle seemed like a nut so she could only put aside for now. She was sure

that time would tell. After all, Oscar was her ally now. So it must be blessed to have the backup from

the Wold family.

Then she resumed work. Her concentration made her fail to hear the ticking clock. It was 8 o’clock

already as she realized. Hannah made a stretch.

Jimmy waiting respectfully outside the office. Without any complain or words, he was as quiet as the

air.

“Sorry, a new comer needs time to get familiar with her job.” She apologized. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Never mind, Mrs Wells. Thanks to you, I learned it before,” Jimmy replied.

“Call me Hannah.” Hannah ordered.

“Not permitted by Mr Wells.”

“…” Hannah resisted no more.

Max was not permitted, Jimmy either. She took a deep breath, remaining calm. No need to care for a

title, she told herself.

“Then let’s call it a day.” She said.

“Yes, Mrs Wells.” He nodded.

Hannah walked out of the office as Jimmy followed. Thanks to the silent driver, it was so quiet inside

that a falling needle could be heard. Hannah was a bit weary so she indulged herself to be lost in the

neon glow shining outside the city for a rest. In such peaceful moments, she used to doubt if it was real

for whatever she had been living through, and if she would finally wake up and find all that was a

dream.

Her phone rang suddenly and drew Hannah back from her thought. She glanced at the number on the

phone and fetched it up. “Hi, Susan,” she said.

“Guess! Who do I see in the Emperor Club?” Susan said mysteriously.

“Manuel?”

“Stop it. It sounds lousy to my ears!” Susan yelled offended.

“Then who is that?” Hannah giggled.

“I see Oscar.” Susan announced.

“Anything wrong?” Hannah said peacefully.

“And I see a woman accompanied with him.” Susan added.

“So anything wrong?” Hannah said still.

She shouldn’t have been emotional for it.

But why had he promised her that he would stay fidelity to her?

Anyway, men are nothing but liars. His promise could not stay valid even for a day.

“He is your husband, but has another woman at his side. Then you asked me anything wrong with that.

Are you serious?” Susan raised her voice.

She had expected Hannah to come to break the debauchery.

“We are not those spouses as you expected.” Hannah replied.

“Not as I expected?”

“Whatever he does means nothing for me.” Hannah got tired of explanation.

“So…” Susan concluded, “You’re friends with benefits?”

“…”

“Bingo, right?” Susan could not wait to make a judge.

Hannah felt wordless and said, “Stop your imagination, and I’m fine.”

“You are fine for you know that you’re betrayed.”

“Well, Susan, you’d better take care of your business than mine.” Hannah shifted the topic to put the

existing subject to an end.

“My business? I am damn fine. Thanks. Henry sticks to me like glue. “Susan said triumphantly.

“Well, OK, let’s just stop here.” Hannah became a bit annoyed for no reason.

Susan would not believe whatever she said. A touch of helpless crept over her.

“Fine!” Susan got a bit irritated too, “Don’t regret if someday a pregnant comes and makes a threat at

you.”

“This is not a fiction but life.” Hannah fought back.

“But fictions are always inspired by life.” Susan retorted.

Sometimes Susan seemed to be a born debater.

“I have to go.” Susan hung up the phone right away.

Still, she was offended after the call was over. She stared at them, Oscar and the woman, not so far

away. They seemed to be too closed. Damn it! Susan cursed them in her mind. And she turned back to

her private room.

This was a paradise for indulgence in which everyone was lost in revelry. Susan joined them too. After

a while, as she turned sober, she was caught by the monster of solitude, just like the lonely street after

a carnival came to an end. As resting on the sofa, she recalled what Hannah had told.

As informing her friends, Henry and she were in love, but actually they were not a sweet couple, except

that Henry seemed to be an ideal boyfriend, docile and obedient. Whenever she tried to step closer,

she felt shunned; whenever she wanted to kiss, she was avoided; and when she asked about

marriage, he had thousands of excuses for postpone.

Susan chuckled ironically.

‘Why? Did he think that she was too good for him? Or he was just not into her on the ground? But why

did he come to make a confession while he did not fall in love?’

Thinking about this, Susan sat alone drinking. Alcohol was a good outlet when uninvited depression

made a sudden visit.

With glass by glass, she felt a bit drunk. It was not easy to get drunk even for once. Anyway, she was

not drunk enough. To be accurate, she was nearly drunk, which was the heavenly state for each wine

lover. Then she staggered out excitedly.

“Oops!” Susan ran into a man’s arms.

The arms gave her a familiar sense. Maybe that familiarity blew her guts and she was encouraged to

put her hands up onto the man’s chest. It felt elastic, elastic enough to excite a lady to scream.

“What a chest!” She exclaimed when enjoying her game.

The man kept still. But his body turned harder.

“What about your abdominal ones?” Susan asked.

As her evil craws followed down, she got there, without a glimpse on the face upwards.

“My goodness!” Susan could not help herself.

She could feel the ups and downs along that sexy figure even beyond the clothes.

Manuel’s throat got a slight move. As his body turning tense, he watched her who was gutsy enough.

He wondered if she would regret after being sober and be aware of whom she had been seducing.

He pushed her away. But in fact he could not help but enjoy that damning finger tricks.

“Oh! My!” Susan complained.

“I send you home.” Manuel said.

“No. I’m going back to dance.” Susan rejected, “Come, come with me. Let’s enjoy the dance…”

She dragged Manuel’s hand and pulled him with her as she said. Susan failed to realize who she was

dragging as staggering her way.

Meanwhile, a man stood behind. Theodore watched the figures moving further and further. One thing

that he was assured was that Manuel must be prey to Susan, sooner or later.