Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me-Chapter 138: A Good Show

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Chapter 138: Chapter 138: A Good Show

"I’m not disgusted with you..."

"Then why didn’t you want me? Cassian..." Gia Miller sobbed, trying to hug Cassian Jennings, but he dodged aside in alarm.

’He didn’t know why, either. He was clearly fond of Gia Miller, wasn’t he? Her personality was a perfect match for him.’

’But right now, he had no desire to touch her at all. He wasn’t even willing to hold her or offer a bit of comfort...’

Gia Miller’s arms closed on empty air, and she froze in place, stunned.

"Gia, you’re tired. Let me take you home."

As he spoke, Cassian Jennings walked over to the sofa, picked up the blanket that had been tossed on the floor, and wrapped it completely around Gia Miller’s body before bending down and sweeping her up into his arms.

Gia Miller didn’t say another word, nor did she cry anymore. ’Because no one would truly feel sorry for her.’

The suite was on the fourth floor. To leave, they would inevitably have to pass through the bar on the second floor.

At that moment, Leo Joyce was sitting in an inconspicuous private room, drinking and chatting with a few of his buddies.

When he saw a man carrying a woman walk past the entrance to their room, he couldn’t help but take a second look. He felt the man looked very familiar, but he couldn’t recall where he’d seen him.

The other men in the room noticed Leo Joyce looking elsewhere and followed his gaze. Upon seeing Cassian Jennings, one of them exclaimed in surprise, "Isn’t that Master Jennings?"

"Hahaha, I’ve long heard that Master Jennings is one of the top lady-killers in our circle. I didn’t expect it to be true."

...

Listening to their conversation, Leo Joyce’s expression had already turned cold and grim. A mocking sneer touched his lips as he said disdainfully, "Master Jennings? So that’s Cassian Jennings?" ’No wonder he looked familiar. So he’s my rival. He doesn’t look like anything special.’

"Yeah. I saw him a couple of times when I went with my old man to a banquet at the Jennings Family estate. That’s what he looks like."

Receiving confirmation, a vicious glint appeared in Leo Joyce’s eyes. He gave a wicked smile and rose gracefully to his feet. "Heh... Let’s go... Let’s go watch a good show..."

"A good show?" Instantly, the interest of the other men in the room was piqued.

"Absolutely. And do you know who that woman Master Jennings is carrying is?"

"Who?" ’A scoop from Young Master Joyce was bound to be explosive.’

Seeing their curious expressions, Leo Joyce snapped his fingers and said with a devilish charm, "The Miller Family’s heiress, Gia Miller!"

"Gia Miller? Tsk. Young Master Joyce, what kind of show could that possibly be?" one of the rich young masters said dismissively.

Leo Joyce narrowed his handsome eyes, a cold, threatening smile playing on his lips. "Heh, so are you coming to watch or not? If not, I’ll go by myself. But don’t blame me for not including you if you miss out on all the fun."

"We’re coming, we’re coming! How could we dare not go when Young Master Joyce calls the shots?" Hearing his words, none of them dared to refuse. If they didn’t go, he might not include them in fun things in the future.

Leo Joyce nodded in satisfaction. "That’s more like it."

Because he was carrying Gia Miller, Cassian Jennings couldn’t walk quickly, so Leo Joyce and his three friends caught up to him in no time.

Leo Joyce shot a look at his friends, and in a few quick steps, they surrounded Cassian Jennings and Gia Miller.

Cassian Jennings’s face darkened. He looked at them, his tone frigid as he said coldly, "Haven’t you ever heard that a good dog doesn’t block the path? Move!" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Instead of being intimidated, Cassian Jennings’s words only made them all throw their heads back and laugh.

’Looking at these hoodlums, Cassian Jennings’s arms tightened around Gia Miller. If he weren’t holding her right now, he would have beaten them so badly their own mothers wouldn’t recognize them...’