He knit his brow and tapped it open.
It was a photo from Tobias, taken from behind.
In the restaurant, two young women were eating. One of them had her back to the camera, but Jonathan recognized her in an instant. It was Stephanie.
She was wearing the same dress she’d had on that morning.
Tobias: “Jonathan, you won’t believe this, but I just ran into Stephanie.”
Jonathan already knew Stephanie was having lunch with Cecilia.
He had been the one to drop her off at the mall entrance on his way.
But it was the next message from Tobias that made Jonathan’s brow furrow instantly.
“Her friend actually suspects you can’t perform! Go for it, Jonathan! I’m cheering for you! Show her what you’ve got and prove yourself! You can do it!”
Jonathan: “…”
He gripped his phone for a full thirty seconds without replying.
Leaning back completely into his executive chair, he narrowed his eyes slightly.
Do women really talk about things like that when they’re together?
That he couldn’t perform?
There was nothing a man hated hearing more.
…
After lunch, Stephanie and Cecilia browsed through the mall.
Stephanie bought a good number of clothes and skincare products, and also gifted Cecilia a few things she had been eyeing but couldn't bring herself to buy.
Cecilia’s family had once been well-off, but in recent years, their company’s debt had mounted until they declared bankruptcy three years ago, slowly fading from the circle of elite families.
While the two friends were picking out perfumes in a luxury boutique, two figures suddenly walked past the counter.
“Vivian, slow down.”
Hearing the familiar voice, Stephanie instinctively looked up, her gaze following them.
It was a well-dressed woman who appeared to be in her early fifties, so well-maintained that she looked quite young.



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