Being Dumped by My EX, I Marriied His Older Brother-Chapter 79: Madam, Ordering Male Escorts?

Nina Thorne’s brow furrowed deeply, a wave of disgust rising in her heart.

’He just won’t leave me alone.’

A moment later, Cole Kane was at her driver’s side window, rapping on the glass a few times. "Nina Thorne, get out. I need to ask you something."

Though muffled by the window, the displeasure in his voice was still audible.

Nina turned off the engine and got out of the car.

Standing before Cole Kane, her expression was cold and distant. "What do you want now?"

Her demeanor stung him, and his brow tightened. "Do you have to talk to me like this?"

"Nina, we were together for five years. You loved me so much. How could you change just like that?"

’More of the same tired lines.’

Nina frowned impatiently. "Cole, there’s no point in repeating yourself."

’Setting aside the first two years of their relationship...’

’For the past three years, she had been perfectly understanding and accommodating.’

’Now she was even being considerate enough to break off the engagement, saving him from being torn between her and Serena Kane. What more could he possibly want?’

’Oh, right.’

’Why would he be torn?’

’Between her and Serena Kane, she was always the one who would be abandoned.’

Cole recalled what he had seen at the cemetery that day and demanded, "Let me ask you, did you break up with me because of my older brother?"

Nina’s expression was calm. She had mentally prepared for this over the past few days. "It doesn’t matter who it was for. The engagement is off. That’s a fact."

"This is the last time I’m going to answer you. Don’t bother me again."

Nina pulled open the car door, ready to get in.

But Cole slammed it shut, his handsome face twisted with raw hostility.

"I saw you."

Cole stared into her eyes, trying to gauge her reaction. "At the cemetery that day, you and Justin Kane were all over each other. You haven’t forgotten that, have you?"

Nina’s face remained impassive, but the corner of her lip curled into a sneer. "And here I thought you’d never set foot in that cemetery to pay respects to my mother in your entire life."

Cole froze.

He felt a pang of guilt. "I admit I’ve been too busy these past few years and couldn’t come with you, but I came this time, didn’t I?"

"Nina, I’m sincerely apologizing to you. I know I was wrong."

The sincerity on Cole’s face at that moment made Nina pause for a second.

’If she hadn’t already given up on him, she would have been ecstatic to hear those words.’

’But alas.’

’There are no ’what ifs’ in life.’

Nina looked at him with her clear eyes, her voice terrifyingly calm and decisive. "The engagement is off. It doesn’t matter who else is in my life now. It has nothing to do with you."

She reached for the car door again.

Seeing that Cole was about to stop her again, Nina shot him a cold glance. "Either get out of my way, or I’m calling the police."

A stunned look flashed across Cole’s face. The girl he remembered, the one who had loved him to the bone and who, no matter how willful, would always be obedient and sweet to please him, was now so heartless and resolute.

For some reason, his chest felt incredibly tight, but he actually pulled his hand back and didn’t stop her.

It wasn’t that he was afraid of her calling the police; he was afraid she would ignore him completely from now on.

After getting in the car, Nina was about to close the door when a large hand grabbed it. "Add me back on WeChat, and take my number off your block list."

’Every time he tried to find her, it was an impossible task.’

Nina found it laughable. She neither agreed nor refused. Her mocking smile made Cole’s heart sink, and he unconsciously let go of the door.

Then, Nina drove around his car that was blocking the way and sped off, leaving him in the dust.

...

That evening, Justin Kane came home to have dinner with her and asked about her trip to the old family residence. "How’s Grandpa doing?"

"He’s doing well." Nina sat up straight, her head lowered as she ate, looking meek and obedient.

Justin teased her, "Why go see the family without taking me? Am I that unpresentable?"

His joke made Nina laugh. "Grandpa had nothing but praise for you."

"Really?"

Justin’s dark eyes held a warm smile. "Looks like I’ll have to be on my best behavior, then, so he’ll put in more good words for me with you."

"And next time you go back, you can’t leave me behind."

Nina hadn’t expected him to go to such lengths for the sake of responsibility.

’Even though it had nothing to do with love, the fact that he could be so thoughtful and thorough for her, his nominal wife, was truly commendable.’

She smiled and gave a soft "mhm." "Okay, I’ll take you."

After dinner, Justin was called away by a phone call.

Before leaving, he gave Nina his routine report. "There’s a project collaboration that needs more discussion. I’ll be back as soon as I can."

Nina knew he was busy and said understandingly, "I get it. Go on."

A smile played on Justin’s lips as he reached out and patted her head. "Such a good girl. I’m heading out, then."

After watching him leave, Nina went upstairs to work on her manuscript.

’There was still a week until the end of the month.’

’The air date for her script was getting close. And she had promised to meet with Luo at the beginning of next month.’

Around nine in the evening, Macy Lynch called and asked her to go out for a drink.

Nina wasn’t fond of drinking, so she refused.

But Macy dropped a bombshell. "You’re not coming out to celebrate with me? I finally dumped my twenty-eighth boyfriend!"

Nina: "..."

’She talked a big game, but in reality, she was a woman with zero dating experience.’

’What was that phrase again?’

’All talk, no action.’

In the end, Nina went. She met up with Macy Lynch at the entrance of a bar.

Macy had dressed up meticulously tonight. Already 175 centimeters tall, she wore a miniskirt that made her long legs the center of attention.

Next to her, Nina, at 167 centimeters, seemed almost petite.

"You came to a bar dressed like that?"

Macy scanned her up and down. Nina was wearing a simple-colored knit dress that gave her a gentle and obedient air.

Nina glanced down at her outfit. "Is it a problem? I can just go home."

"No, no, it’s fine! Your type is what men like the most."

Macy grabbed her arm, pulled her back, and swaggered into the bar with Nina in tow.

The inside was a completely different world from the outside.

The main hall of the bar was pulsating with energy, the music deafening.

Macy knew someone at the bar and had reserved an open booth on the second floor in advance. A waiter led them to their table.

Macy then ordered a dozen cocktails and two specialty drinks in one go, looking as if she had come specifically to get drunk.

Nina couldn’t help but ask suspiciously, "Did you really break up with someone?"

A while ago, she had heard Macy mention that she was seeing a handsome, well-built male model.

"Of course..."

Macy said nonchalantly, "I dumped him."

Nina understood immediately. "Was he another one of those guys who just wanted to... you know... right away?"

Macy nodded, wrapping an arm around Nina’s neck as she vented, "Men. Not a single one of them is any good. They’re all animals who think with their lower bodies."

"I thought we could have a nice chat about romance, poetry, and the philosophy of life. But who knew? He just thought I was playing hard to get."

As Macy spoke about this, a faint sadness crossed her face.

’Why is it so hard to find a man on the same wavelength?’

Although Nina had dated Cole for five years, she also had no experience in *that* department, so she could only listen quietly and drink with her friend.

It was mostly Macy doing the drinking. Nina listened to her vent, occasionally taking a sip of her cocktail.

Macy was a lightweight, a classic case of someone who loved to drink but couldn’t hold her liquor. After downing a dozen cocktails and the two specialty drinks, she was already getting tipsy.

"Nina, have you and your man... you know... done it yet?" Drunk, Macy’s voice was loud.

Nina was thankful the music was loud enough that no one probably heard, but she still covered Macy’s mouth. "Watch what you’re saying!"

However, the sound had indeed carried over to the next booth.

The man in the main seat, dressed in a high-end, custom-tailored suit, had a handsome and aloof face, exuding an aura of refined nobility.

Vaguely hearing Nina Thorne’s name, he frowned slightly.

’Is she next door?’

Justin Kane took out his phone and glanced at WeChat. There were no messages from Nina.

Ever since that previous incident, Nina had always made it a point to let him know when she went out.

’She was a good girl.’

"Kane, what are you thinking about? If you’re not investing in this project, I will," Seth Lawson said with a teasing laugh.

Justin shot him a cool glance, his words sharp. "Who would be so bold as to risk a loss by asking you to invest?"

The others burst out laughing.

"Spot on."

Shawn Sinclair chuckled. "Serves you right for messing with him when you could mess with anyone else."

That last part was directed at Seth Lawson.

Seth Lawson clutched his chest, feeling as if a thousand arrows had pierced his heart. "What can I say? I’m just that much of a loser. Everything I invest in loses money."

"Good thing my family’s business is large enough that I haven’t managed to bankrupt it yet."

The Lawson Family ran the largest film production company in the Sylport scene, controlling eighty percent of the market share.

Mr. Wagner laughed heartily. "Master Lawson, you jest. It’s a rare honor that you all think so highly of our company."

The men were enjoying their conversation.

Suddenly, Macy’s voice drifted over from the next booth again. "Men are meant to be used! If you don’t use him now, he won’t be any good when he’s old."

"So, take my advice: go home and sleep with your husband. And if he’s no good in bed, dump him! We’ll find you another."

Seth Lawson found this amusing and chimed in, "See? Women these days are so enlightened. Kane, did you hear that? If you don’t use it now, it won’t be any good when you’re old."

As he spoke, he glanced toward Justin Kane’s crotch.

"Piss off."

Justin’s expression was frosty. He vaguely found the voice familiar.

Just then, the music paused for a moment, and he heard a familiar voice from the next booth: "You’ve had too much to drink. I’ll take you home."

"No! You have to stay with me! I’m gonna order male models! Eight of them! I’ll give you one..." Macy was slurring her words, talking nonsense.

"If you’re not going to ’eat’ the one at home, then find someone out here to practice on first! Maybe once you’re feeling bolder, you can go home and eat him all up!"

This time, Justin’s face instantly darkened, his brows knitting together tightly.

He had heard it clearly just now. The first voice belonged to Nina Thorne.

Seth, not noticing the change in atmosphere, continued to joke, "Sounds like the old boy at home is about to get cheated on. With a whole rainbow of green hats."

Justin shot him an icy glare. "You should really donate your vocal cords!"

Seth: "..."

’What a vicious curse.’

Shawn Sinclair quickly sensed something was wrong. He subconsciously glanced at the next booth. ’It seemed the woman next door had a connection to Kane.’

Just then, the male models they had ordered for the next booth arrived.

Macy shot to her feet and started counting, "One... two... five... eight..."

"Honey, this one’s good! He’s handsome and has abs! Let’s pick him to keep you company tonight..."

Macy poked the model’s abs, giggling as she looked back at Nina.

Nina put her face in her hand.

’This girl... she was really taking this breakup hard.’

She sighed helplessly and stood up, intending to pull Macy away.

As she looked up, a tall, imposing figure suddenly appeared at the entrance to their booth, and she froze completely.

’J-Justin Kane? What is he doing here?’

Justin Kane stared at her with a stern expression, his dark eyes shadowed and unreadable. The corner of his mouth curved into a cold smirk. "So my dear wife came here to order some male models, hmm?"