Standing Next To You-Chapter 507: George Henson

The club owner studied the woman’s face again. The more he looked, the more familiar she seemed.

Was she a celebrity? No. With her commanding aura, she felt more like a business tycoon. Where had he seen her before?

"Just let me in. Trust me, the moment he sets eyes on me, he won’t be able to look away," the woman said confidently.

"Hmm. Alright." The club owner was convinced. Such a bold attitude might interest that playboy. "What’s your name?"

The woman smiled, though her eyes were eerily cold and calculating. "Bei Sangyun."

The name struck a chord. The club owner couldn’t quite place it, but it felt familiar. Reluctantly, he allowed her in. He escorted her to George Henson, and just as she had claimed, the moment George laid eyes on her, the haziness in his gaze cleared instantly.

His green eyes roamed over her, assessing every inch of her. Without hesitation, he let go of the woman clinging to him and stepped toward Bei Sangyun, unable to look away.

"Feisty eyes. I like you. Want to be my girlfriend?" he asked, his green eyes sparkling with interest.

"One day," Bei Sangyun replied, raising a single finger.

George Henson blinked, momentarily confused. "One day?"

"I’ll date you for one day. After that, we’re done," Bei Sangyun said, her tone unwavering.

George Henson: "...."

He was speechless. A stunning woman had approached him out of nowhere, and while it was obvious she wouldn’t refuse his charm, her "one-day" condition completely threw him off.

What kind of tactic was this?

His curiosity only deepened. With a playful wink, he said, "Deal."

Bei Sangyun pulled out a sleek business card. "Meet me tomorrow at Fiestel Tower. Lunch is on me. Call me at this number if you have questions. But we’ll discuss everything tomorrow."

George Henson accepted the business card almost subconsciously.

Without wasting a moment, Bei Sangyun turned and left, as suddenly as she had arrived. Her entrance and exit left the room in a state of stunned silence.

The club owner was the first to recover, clearing his throat awkwardly. "Uh... Mr. Henson, do you still want me to call the girls downstairs?"

George Henson held up the business card, his green eyes glinting with excitement. "No need. Find out everything you can about this woman. I’ve got homework to do before the appointed lunch."

.....

There were only a few men who could rival Fei Chuan in terms of fame and looks—one was the scion of the James family, and the other was their rival, the Henson family.

Approaching William James was out of the question. Fei Chuan was deeply connected to the James family, and if she started a rumor with William, it would inevitably affect Fei Chuan.

That left her with only one choice: the Henson family.

George Henson.

He was the only grandson of the Henson family—a handsome man who treated people- especially women- like commodities.

Unlike William, who was focused on his responsibilities as the heir to the James empire, George was still playing around, adamantly refusing to take on any family obligations. He justified this by claiming he was determined to enjoy his twenties to the fullest.

George was infamous for his dating habits, changing partners as often as he changed clothes. Unsurprisingly, this earned him countless rumors, but thanks to the Henson family’s influence, these whispers were easy to manage.

If she chose George and a rumor about them dating surfaced, it wouldn’t be shocking—George was already known for his playboy reputation. His name was so tarnished that adding more to it wouldn’t matter.

Besides, she had dated him before, though it was an experience she didn’t want to repeat. But to protect Fei Chuan’s reputation, she was prepared to endure this annoying playboy one more time.

Feistel Tower was the ideal setting for her plan. The restaurant, located on the top floor of the iconic skyscraper, offered breathtaking views of the city and was a symbol of wealth and exclusivity. It was always fully booked by the world’s elite, making it a hotspot for attention.

Paparazzi were perpetually stationed outside, their cameras trained on every guest entering or leaving. Every visit to Feistel Tower was a public spectacle.

For Bei Sangyun, it was the perfect place to ignite a rumor.

By the time George Henson arrived, Bei Sangyun was already seated, dressed impeccably in a simple yet elegant black dress. Her hair was styled neatly in a bun, and her makeup was minimal, enhancing her natural beauty. Despite the simplicity of her attire, there was an air of sophistication and seduction about her that turned heads.

Yet, when she looked up, her piercing gaze sent a chill down anyone who dared meet her eyes. The cold sharpness in her expression made people instinctively avert their gaze.

George Henson felt his heart skip a beat as his eyes locked with hers. He recovered quickly and sat down with a charming grin. "Wow, you look even more stunning in daylight, Ms. Bei."

Bei Sangyun didn’t spare him a glance. Instead, she opened the menu and ordered calmly. "And you look hideous in daylight."

George Henson froze for a moment before bursting into laughter. It was the first time a woman had openly insulted his appearance, and strangely, coming from her, it didn’t feel offensive. If anything, it intrigued him more.

"Still feisty, I see," he said with an amused smirk. "You must have incredibly high standards in men if I—the hottest man in the country—look hideous to you."

Bei Sangyun smiled faintly, a smile that carried both amusement and dismissal. "Of course, I do."

George raised an eyebrow, curiosity sparking in his green eyes. This woman wasn’t like the others who sought his attention for his looks or his family name. She was different—intimidatingly different.

He recalled the reports his men had gathered on her. Something about her piqued his interest further.

He leaned forward slightly, his tone more inquisitive. "Is Fei Chuan not your type either? I hear he’s got pretty ’awesome’ looks."

Bei Sangyun paused for a fraction of a second, her expression unreadable. Instead of answering, she closed the menu and said, "I’m done ordering. Are you?"