No Chance of Remarriage: Get Lost

After hanging up on Linda, Nicole came to the underground exit of the airport.

She had just hailed a cab when her cell phone rang again.

She assumed it was Linda again.

She answered without glancing at her phone. “Linda Benett, do you not understand English? Are you not done?”

She disliked people who rambled, even more so if it was Linda.

She would even have an impulse to hit Linda if Linda was before her.

But she didn’t know that it wasn’t Linda’s voice on her phone.

It was her good friend, Poppy Wilbank.

“Linda? It’s Lollipop. Isn’t Linda dead?”

Nicole’s gaze froze. “I called you the wrong name. Didn’t I tell you I was going to Moranta? What’s up?”

Nicole’s tightly furrowed brows only relaxed when she heard her best friend’s voice.

But she had been affected by Linda and wasn’t in a good mood.

“I listened to your chatter and realized you’ve been in a bad mood recently, so I got you a table at Stowaway Bar. Enjoy yourself tonight.”

good friend, who

you know me best. I’ll look for you once I’m

fun, and have a

tell Nicole that other than booking a table for

was her best friend and understood her

liked to go to places like

came, Nicole arrived at Stowaway Bar

Moranta. It was decorated lavishly, and there were many

had booked the best spot for her, a booth on the deck. She could look down at everything in

snacks and beverages were

she never imagined that three different male models would appear

lady. This is

models were tall with fair

with a few open buttons, revealing their muscular

but they

want a refund. I don’t need

lady. The services purchased in advance at

in a foreign language, which made Nicole

you forcefully

in a lousy mood today because of Linda, and

such rules. They can leave if you don’t need them,

Nicole again with a calm voice as if used to such