Chapter 20 His Car Had Been Following Behind All Along Tristen immediately recognized Margaret.
Alice didn’t expect Margaret to show up on the dance floor. Margaret was dancing closely with Jordyn, moving her graceful body along with the music. The effortless relaxation she possessed made her body twist into a seductive S–curve.
Her charming buttocks were still swaying, just like the electric buttocks on TV.
Both of them were dancing, Alice had to admit that Margaret danced better than her. She was more charming than her.
She was even more flirtatious than her.
Wow.
In 1996, the men in the bar all looked at Margaret, and someone whistled and screamed.
The men’s gaze had already said it all.
Alice gritted her teeth. This country bumpkin actually knows how to dance. She used to be the lead dancer in ballet, but now Margaret has effortlessly stolen the spotlight from her.
Margaret, why is she everywhere?
At this moment, Alice felt a looseness around her waist as Samson’s palm had already withdrawn, and he took a step forward.
Samson’s gaze fell on Margaret and remained there for a long time.
He was looking at Margaret.
Alice was so angry that she wanted to bite her gums to pieces.
Barrett and a few rich second–generation individuals stood up, their faces filled with shock, as they recognized that the woman who was captivating everyone on the dance floor was none other than Margaret!
Barrett exclaimed, “Margaret?!”
Ever since Margaret decided to get a divorce, she has been acting like she’s on a rampage, making it hard for people to recognize her.
Tristen, “Her name was Margaret?”
Barrett, “Tristen, do know her?”
you
Tristen’s eyes lit up, “She was the woman I had been looking for!”
What?
The crowd gasped, unable to believe it.
The woman who was both enchanting and fierce, and managed to win over Tristen, was actually… Margaret?
Oh my goodness!
Barrett, “Tristen, did you make a mistake?”
Emilie was shocked to know that Margaret was the country’s ugly duckling she hated the most.
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“Tristen, how did you end up falling for Margaret?”
Alice couldn’t believe it either, “Tristen, don’t joke around, this joke is not funny at all!”
Tristen ignored everyone and looked at Margaret on the dance floor. He chuckled indulgently and said, “She used to be quite wild.”
Samson’s handsome face was as dark as water. He had already had someone take care of the sports car, but what was meant to happen would still happen. She actually came to the bar to dance, and she danced so… promiscuously.
She danced so freely with women, I can’t even imagine what it would be like if she danced with
men.
Did she go crazy wanting to play with men?
was
in
sweat.
At this moment, a dance came to an end, and Margaret and Jordyn happily stepped off the dance floor. Margaret had already
had already danced vigorously and
covered
The two people planned to return to their own booth, but the way back happened to pass by Samson’s luxurious booth.
Tristen called out to them, “Hi ladies, we meet again.”
Margaret stopped and looked at Tristen, and she quickly recognized him as the man who had approached her in a sports car.
Margaret, “It was you.”
Tristen smirked, “It’s me, I’m Tristen. I didn’t expect us to have such a connection and meet so soon. Can I buy you a drink?”
Tristen?
Margaret didn’t recognize.
At that moment, Margaret felt a cold, sinister gaze fall upon her face. She looked up and collided directly with Samson’s icy eyes.
His gaze was like a knife, scraping across her face.
What was he doing looking at her like that? Wasn’t Alice’s intimate dance just now able to cheer him up?
Tristen looked at Samson and then turned to Margaret, “Do you two know each other?* Margaret chose to ignore, “I don’t know.”
As soon as the words “don’t know” were uttered, Samson tugged at the corner of his lips, silently mocking her.
Margaret didn’t know Tristen, but Jordyn did. It seems like there’s a good show to watch, as Tristen is Samson’s best brother.
Jordyn laughed and said, “Mr. Wagner, let’s skip the drinks. My sister Maggie is going home.” Tristen immediately grabbed his car keys and said, “Then I will drive you.”
Tristen followed Margaret and Jordyn.
Three people left, and Barrett and these rich second–generation guys exploded, “What’s going on here? Mr. Wagner has taken a liking to Margaret?”
Barrett said, “But Margaret and Samson haven’t divorced yet. Is Samson going to be cuckolded by
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his own wife and his good brother?”
As soon as Barrett finished speaking, Samson lifted his handsome eyelids and shot a deadly gaze at him.
Barrett immediately shut up.
Samson took his car keys and said, “You guys have fun, I’m leaving first.” Emilie tugged at Alice’s sleeve helplessly, “Alice, how could Tristen be attracted to Margaret? Isn’t it enough that Margaret secretly married Samson? Does she want to have both of them?” Alice’s face had already turned ugly, and she hadn’t expected that Margaret would be the person Tristen was interested in.
However, Alice sneered, “Her? Don’t worry, neither Samson nor Tristen would actually be interested in this Margaret who came from the countryside. She doesn’t deserve it!”
Samson and Tristen were the men that all the Miami socialites wanted to win over, but Margaret, why did she think she had a chance?
Alice followed Samson, “Samson, wait for me.”
Emilie stomped her foot in place and said, “Margaret, we’re not finished!”
Margaret was dragged onto Tristen’s luxury car by Jordyn, and Tristen drove them home. Soon, Tristen saw through the rearview mirror that a Rolls–Royce Phantom was following behind, which was Samson’s vehicle.
Tristen was puzzled, “Why was Samson following us?”
Jordyn glanced at Samson’s luxury car behind her and knew that the show was about to begin. “Mr. Wagner, can you leave Mr. Hawthorne’s car behind?”
Tristen said, “Samson and I used to play racing together. Samson was very steady, and usually I was not his match.”
Tristen glanced at Margaret’s beautiful face through the rearview mirror and said, “Samson rarely encounters opponents. If you have the chance, you can play with Samson and see who is more powerful.”
Margaret smiled and remained silent.
Samson’s luxury car followed closely behind. Tristen stepped on the gas pedal, “I will shake off Samson right now.”
Later, Samson drove a Rolls–Royce and followed behind, while Alice sat in the passenger seat. Tristen suddenly accelerated, with Samson’s knobby fingers pressed firmly on the steering wheel, also stepping on the gas pedal to speed up.
Too fast.
Faster and faster.
Alice felt like she could fly away at any moment, and she was a bit uncomfortable. “Samson, slow down, don’t go so fast!”
Samson’s noble and handsome face remained calm, but the sharp lines of his profile exuded a chilling aura. It seemed as though he hadn’t heard Alice’s words, as the Rolls–Royce in his palm
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glided through the neon–lit streets like a king in the dark night.
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Alice already had a weak heart, her face turned pale, and she cried out, “Samson, stop quickly, don’t, ah!”
