Chapter 279: It's Because You Refuse to Sign the Divorc
and shoved his wife into the car.Suddenly, a pig-killing roar echoed through the car. Zhu Xiaowei struggled desperately, "No! I'm not ready, it's too embarrassing… Qiao Baoer save me!"Qiao Bao'er wat...Jo Baoer felt like a puppet being manipulated, her life controlled by unseen strings.
She hated that feeling.
No matter what she was brought here to do, all she wanted now was to leave.
She strode toward the entrance of the Golden Club, her eyes fixed straight ahead. Even without looking sideways, she could feel a sudden increase in the number of staff members around her.
Those staff members looked at her strangely, which made Qiao Bao'er dislike this place even more.
As she passed through the lobby, she distinctly noticed the manager at the counter with his mouth open, as if he wanted to say something to her. However, when she looked directly at him, the uniformed manager hesitated and immediately lowered his head.
Qiao Baoer's eyebrows furrowed, and she felt her heart pounding with tension.
What's wrong with these people
Immediately, he recalled when he first arrived, a staff member had reported to the club manager that all the monitors were malfunctioning and the signal in the area suddenly disappeared. Mo Gao and his people also left hastily.
Golden Pavilion is a Jun family property, and she didn't want to come and cause trouble. She looked around but didn't see the manager of the pavilion.
"Where is your manager" she asked, walking up to the counter.
The manager, dressed in a turquoise uniform, saw her approaching. A flicker of apprehension seemed to cross his face, and he avoided looking directly at her. His eyes darted around nervously before dropping low, and he hurriedly pointed towards the doorway outside. "Over there, outside."
Jo Bao'er looked at him suspiciously for a while, ignoring him. The waiters on both sides of the door immediately bent over respectfully and opened the glass door in front. She strode out.
However, the moment she stepped out of the agency's door, she was stunned and froze in place, her gaze captured by a tall and handsome figure.
A deep grey Ferrari was parked on Dam Road, its headlights glaring so brightly that Jun Zhi Mu just appeared suddenly before her, impossible to ignore.
"How are you here"
His voice was the first to break the silence, low and familiar, laced with a clear displeasure.
Qiao Baoer suddenly came to her senses when she heard his voice, her mood a bit complex as she avoided his gaze.
His pupils were dark and sharp. He took a large step forward, grasped her wrist with his right hand, and questioned coldly, " Qiao Bao'er, is this a place a woman should be"
"What do you want to say"
She wanted to push him away angrily, but his fingers held on tightly, preventing her from moving.
“What I want to say,” he said with a gloomy expression, his gaze fixed on the sky-blue silk dress she was wearing, her fair skin exposed. His voice grew colder, “I want to ask you, Mrs. Jun, who are you accompanying tonight in this outfit Which high-level official are you here to open a room with”
"What do you mean, open a room Jun Zhimu, don't disgust me!"
Qiao Bao'er knew that wearing an evening gown to the club was out of place, but hearing his words, she felt very embarrassed.
"How dare you point fingers at me As a husband, have you even fulfilled your responsibilities"
Furious, she lunged forward and bit him hard on his right arm. Junzhi Mu hadn't expected her to bite, and the pain made him momentarily loosen his grip on her.
"I'm not interested in your personal life," he retracted his hand, his face cold and emotionless. "Joanna Bao'er, don't forget, it was you who refused to sign the divorce papers."
His one sentence made Qiao Baor's heart full of anger instantly vanish, then her whole body tightened and stiffened, leaving only a wooden and powerless rebuttal.
On one side of the clubhouse entrance, an attendant hesitated whether to approach. Meanwhile, a number of people were already waiting here, and they had all heard his words clearly. They could tell how humiliating they were.
She was the only one who persisted to the end.
Jo Baoer forced herself to raise her head, so that even if tears came, they wouldn't fall easily.
Before the grand entrance of a secluded club, the night wind was biting, and the night sky hung heavy.
"Master Zhimu, the monitor is malfunctioning. We've traced the issue..." The manager of the club cautiously stepped forward and whispered.
Finally, someone dared to speak up, and the people behind immediately stepped forward, pretending that nothing had just happened, reporting with a calm face.
We found eight jammers around the club. This model of jammer can't be found on the market…
They worked diligently, Qiao Bao'er lowered her head, turned around, trying to make herself invisible. She took light steps and walked out of their sight humbly.
She walked to a secluded shady spot farther from the streetlight, her head bowed as she rummaged through her bag for lipstick, tissues, foundation, and her phone…scattering them about in disarray.
It's not that I'm looking for anything, it's just that I'm very embarrassed and want to hide the panic inside me.
"Damn it," she muttered under her breath.
Before she had even mustered the courage to go to the Gordon Hotel, now that they were actually face-to-face...there was no need to say anything. This version of him didn't warrant waiting around for any longer.
"What am I even holding on to" she said, her eyes glistening with tears.
The early winter wind carried a bone-chilling cold. Standing here in this sleeveless dress, out in the middle of nowhere at this hour... it's truly embarrassing.
"Young Master Zhimu, it's not easy to hail a car around here," the person in charge at the entrance of the club said with a meaningful look toward the shaded area under the trees to the right.
And now at night, the temperature in the suburbs is lower than in the city center. Standing out here in the evening air could easily lead to a cold or flu.
He caught the other person's eye, who was also looking in that direction. The responsible party cautiously added, "Shall I get a car to take her back"
As the esteemed lord approached the shade, a white Bentley was already waiting nearby. His dark eyes fixed upon it as a man there opened the door for her. She then naturally slid into the passenger seat.
Behind them, the club manager followed with a look of astonishment. A white Bentley then drove off after Qiao Bao'er had already driven away...
"Master ZhiMu, should I...send people to pursue" The person in charge's voice trembled with nervousness.
Jun Zhi Mu seemed to not hear, his whole body icy cold with a chilling aura, he turned and walked into the club.
"Xiao Zhuzi, how did you get here"
The white Bentley drove smoothly, and Qiao Baoer felt a little awkward inside. She looked at the man driving because she had overheard Mo Gao and the others talking before, and now her eyes held a hint of suspicion as she looked at him.
Tang Yu looked at her openly, not caring at all. He continued to look ahead, calmly telling her, "Zhu Xiaowei called me and said you disappeared."
Qiao Ba'er had a jolt and suddenly remembered poor Xiao Zhu.
"The golden club has no signal, I forgot all about it."
Feeling ashamed, I immediately called Zhu Xiaowei back. However, she might still be at the Gordon Hotel venue where it was noisy and she didn't hear the ringing. The phone went unanswered every time.
"Little column, I'm going to the Gordon Hotel." Seeing him turn the car towards her apartment, she quickly reminded him.
Tang Yu kept driving along the original route. Someone once said, "Driving is like being a person, and the quality of a car reflects the quality of a person." It's truly insightful. Just like riding in Tang Yu's car, it's always at a steady speed, smooth, and calm, without any ripples.p of houses was managed by Auntie Fang, who immediately smiled and came forward to help them carry their gift bags upon seeing their return. "How are Mrs. Qiao and the others doing Did everything go s...