Chapter 89: Confrontation
Timothy continued ignoring Sasha’s call. He even switched off his phone to avoid being interrupted by Sasha. He bonded with Oliver, talking about business and their plan to work with Athena.
"I’m really curious what she looks like without a mask," Oliver mumbled with his dreamy eyes.
He clinked glasses with Timothy who was also thinking of the same thing.
"Maybe we can also get an opportunity to see her real face. Besides, she looks so hot and stunning even with a mask. I love her body the most." Timothy winked as he chuckled huskily.
Oliver playfully punched his shoulder. "You pervert! You are indeed a playboy. Don’t tell me you love fooling around with your artists? I wouldn’t be surprised if you have slept with every beautiful artist in your company?"
Timothy emitted another soft chuckle. "Can you blame me? We’re young, full of energy. And hey, I’m still single. Unlike you, tied down with a fiancée. I’ve got the freedom to enjoy myself with any woman I choose."
Oliver shook his head helplessly. "I started to hate this engagement. I don’t like hot-tempered and scandalous women. Why do I feel like Melody is one of those women?"
"Tell your dad. Why does it have to be her? There are lots of successful women here in York City."
"Sigh. Because she is part of the Williams Family, one of the prestigious families here in York City. Our fathers are good friends." Oliver sighed deeply, frustration evident in his eyes.
Timothy just shrugged his shoulders. "Well, Melody is not bad either. She’s pretty and hot. But your only problem is her attitude. I can guess she’s a spoiled brat."
Oliver nodded before taking another sip of his whiskey. "Sigh. I’m so unlucky when it comes to women."
Timothy just patted his back to comfort his friend. "Don’t worry. Who knows you might meet an angel who will help you out with your problem."