Chapter 312
Chapter 312:
So, with a grin, Chris decided to latch onto Maia — the so-called “sugar mama” — and never let go.
Maia drew in a long, steadying breath. No use crying over spilled milk, she told herself. Besides, it wasn’t as if she intended to bind herself to Chris forever.
Choosing not to stir the pot further, Maia simply tossed out, “Do as you please,” before turning on her heel and walking away.
Chris, happily slipping into his role as the “kept man,” stepped forward without hesitation. He casually lifted Maia’s bag from her shoulder and tossed it onto his own.
Maia shot him a look that was a mix of annoyance and disbelief. She opened her mouth to protest, but Chris flashed a dazzling smile and said, “At your service. Just call, and I’ll come running p>
“Yes-man,” Maia muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes so dramatically it almost seemed as if they could circle the moon. Without sparing him another glance, she marched off.
Meanwhile, the woman who had accompanied Chris to the dance hall stormed off the floor, her heels clicking sharply as she sought out a quiet corner to make a phone call.
Breathless with fury, she recounted the night’s events to the person on the other end of the line.
A deep, commanding voice responded, laced with an authority that brooked no argument. “You’re saying Chris has been… kept? By whom p>
Although Chris had always moved through various romantic circles, he had never been kept by anyone. The man’s sharp instincts immediately sensed that something was off. The woman hesitated, trying to recall the details. The lighting in the dance hall had been dim, with colorful spotlights constantly shifting, making it hard for her to get a clear look at the face of the woman who had taken Chris away.
But one thing clung to her memory: someone had called the woman “Maia p>
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“I think her name’s Maia…” she said, her voice uncertain.
“Maia…” The man repeated the name, his voice sinking into a low, thoughtful growl.
A vague memory stirred in the woman’s mind. Hadn’t there recently been someone by that name making the rounds in the news? But she couldn’t say for sure.
The man didn’t press for more. He simply said, “Got it p>
After ending the call, he snapped his fingers to summon his assistant.
The assistant, sensing the tension in the air, stood stiffly, awaiting orders.
The man faced the neon-soaked streets beyond the window, his thin lips curving into a smile as cold and sharp as a knife’s edge. “Find out who the woman keeping Chris is p>
“Yes, sir,” the assistant replied, bowing slightly before turning to leave. But before he could take a full step, the man’s voice sliced through the room again, dark and merciless. “Once you find her, make her disappear. Quietly. Leave no trace p>
The assistant froze for a heartbeat before bowing his head lower. “Understood p>
The next morning, Maia had barely shaken off sleep when her phone buzzed. It was Pattie.
“Maia, how did last night go? Did you two battle it out for hundreds of rounds? Should I book you a spa for that aching back?” Pattie’s voice bubbled with mischief. Maia was struck speechless.
Pressing her fingers against her temples, she exhaled slowly and replied, “It’s not what you think. Nothing happened between us p>
Pattie gasped, her voice brimming with disbelief. “Nothing? Come on! Don’t tell me he’s… dysfunctional? But with that build of his? No way p>
“Pattie,” Maia cut her off sharply. “Are you free for lunch? Let’s meet. I need to talk to you about something p>