Chapter 231

"SentimentalOldFart" sent another message. "But remember this—don't put up an act around me. I'm not paying for some wannabe pretty boy." Simon replied with another string of dots. She texted again, "See? There you go again." Simon sent a smiling emoji, one that somehow gave off the weary feeling of someone beaten down by life. Then, he added, "Next time, just message me directly." The woman replied, "Trying to cut out the middleman, huh? Fine, for the sake of your hard-earned money, I won't tell the nightclub. I'll contact you directly." Simon didn't know how to respond. He stared at his phone for a long while before finally managing a reply. "Okay." He put his phone away with a helpless smile. Though he had to admit, that woman was kind of interesting. … At the traffic lights, the silence inside the car was broken by Leonardo's phone going off. Samantha's gaze was drawn to the screen. She wanted to look but worried she might be invading Leonardo's privacy and that it might u