Everyone returned upstairs to continue the party, and it was eventually late.

Even Jada got tipsy, no longer haughty and actually jovial and girly.

"She's so hot... I'd be expecting my second child if I were you," Alda blurted at Frank from alcohol Frank was not sure if he should laugh or cry-such words from a lady? No one would believe him.

"It's late. Time to go," he said, standing up.

"Wait, Mr. Frankton!" Jada was suddenly on her feet too, wobbling toward Frank and cutting him off. "It's a joyous occasion... Let's hit the dance floor too!"

Frank waved her off. "Forget it. I've been to Golden Lily enough times that I'm bored, and the dance floor is even worse. I prefer having my safe space without getting molested or molesting for that matter." Jada pouted, shaking her head silently.

Even Sylvie smiled in wry amusement as she watched, surprised the girlboss was such a maiden inside.

Talk about some serious contrast...

"Be good. Maybe we will do it some other time." Frank chuckled.

way, Jada knew that there was no chance

she turned and said, "Ms. Wal?

surprised to see Jada suddenly speaking as

despite suspecting Jada for pretending, she went up and lent her a helping hand.

said nothing as

the driver, since she did not drink. Still, she was slightly unaccustomed to the length of the Rolls-Royce and worried about messing things up for

faster, Ms. Chandler," Jada urged as she rode shotgun. "The

and giving Whitney the wrong idea, she added, "Don't worry, I can afford a new one even

but remained at cruising speed, as if she was not in

when a suddenly glaring light flared

find three MPVs streaking toward them, two of which quickly pincered the

and the car shot forward, while the two

Rolls-Royce shouldn't handle this well!" Whitney exclaimed, as she had been going at

for so long that a ssing

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