Chapter 47
“Calista, I’m giving you one more chance. Don’t piss me off!” Lucien’s expression darkened.
“What do you expect? A thank you?”
Was she supposed to thank him for leaving her to her fate in cold blood and doing nothing to help her as she was publicly shamed?
His voice came over the phone again. “Are you sure you want to talk to me in this tone?”
Lucien’s voice was stiff, cold, and detached. Clearly, he thought himself better than her.
“What tone should I have used, then? Lucien, I’m tired of fighting with you. I did everything you asked me to do. What more do you want from me?” Calista was utterly disheartened, and her words grew all the sharper.
“Calista Marchand!” He could no longer understand her temper. All he knew was that she had gotten increasingly bolder. She never used to behave this way in front of him.
“Pick me up at Paradise Club. Galen will wait for you by the door.”
“I’m busy. Besides, I’m just gonna embarrass you if I go there. Find someone else!
“If you need someone to give you a ride home, a lot of people are waiting in line to drive you. If you don’t plan to go home, I’m sure you already have somewhere else in mind.”
“Are you sure you won’t pick me up?” Lucien asked, his voice so low and rough that it made Calista’s heart clench. He must’ve been tipsy to be saying such things, reminding her that Anthony still needed his help.
However, what happened at the hospital that day cut deep into her heart, jolting her back to her senses. She took a deep breath and suppressed her emotions. Her rationale returned, and her attitude softened in the end.
“Get someone else to drive you home, Lucien.”
“Calista, I told you to come get me. Don’t forget about the favor you asked of me!” As he uttered the last part of his sentence, his patience came to an end as well. At the next moment, he hung up the phone.
Calista looked at her phone as an overwhelming bitterness washed over her.
Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the private room didn’t exactly ease either. On the contrary, the air only thickened, and it felt suffocating to everyone inside.
Jason Fenwick was the host of the gathering tonight, and he gave his friends an apologetic look. All of them came to Paradise Club to let their hair down and have a good time.
The last thing he had expected was for something this tense and dangerous to happen today. At this point, they had to forget about having a good time. In fact, they’d be lucky if they could leave the club unscathed.
“Uncle Lucien, why get upset over a clueless lady? I’ll find someone else to drive you home. If you’d prefer, I can give you a ride too,” Jason said with a warm smile as he observed Lucien’s expression.
Lucien didn’t even bother to look Jason in the eye. He downed a glass of whiskey and went outside for some fresh air.
Everyone in the room let out a sigh of relief the moment the door to the private room swung shut.
“Jason, please don’t ask him out anymore. We damn near suffocated just now, “the guy sitting next to Jason said. He simply couldn’t handle Lucien’s overwhelming demeanor. He had been so close to having a heart attack.
“Do you think I have a say in this? Do you think he’ll come or leave just because I said so?” Jason was a little pissed, too. He pondered the situation and concluded that Calista was responsible for the disaster today.
