Buried 16

Chapter 16 

Ethan bit a cigarette and looked at her with a smirk, “You really want me to bring this girl?” 

Harper stood behind Ava, like a dandelion that couldn’t straighten its back, ready to fall apart with a gentle breeze. 

“Ava, I don’t need to go.” 

Ava pulled her, firmly saying, “You’re going. Isn’t Noah going too? Let them spend more time together. It can’t be 

bad.” 

“Noah is going, but” 

But he would bring his girlfriend, the actress. Harper going would seem like she was there to cause trouble, but that made it even more interesting. 

The resort villa had been open for three years. Most of the people who came here were well-known figures in Moridise. 

Harper got in through Ethan’s connections. After three years, many of the buildings here were unfamiliar to her. En- tering the luxurious and opulent place again, the first thing she thought of was her years of working in hotels and clubs to make money. 

Ethan was heading to the billiards room and threw the room card to Harper, “Go up by yourself. Don’t embarrass yourself by coming out.” 

“Okay.” Harper dragged her suitcase and was about to leave. 

Ethan added, “By the way, Noah is next door to you.” 

This arrangement was intentional. 

But Harper just wanted to marry Noah. She didn’t care how many women he had or what he did with them. 

As soon as she entered the room, the sounds from next door came through. 

The moans were coquettish and boneless, enough to make any man submit. 

Among these sounds, Harper could sleep peacefully on the sofa. The knocking on the door made her rub her eyes and get up. Outside was Noah’s girlfriend, who had taken a bath and changed clothes, clearly looking for trouble. 

“You really came. Can’t you go a day without clinging to Noah?” 

Her arm was suddenly grabbed. 

Harper was pulled out, and she quickly explained, “I’m not. I came with Mr. Walker.” 

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“It was Mr. Walker who told Noah that you came because he did. How cheap of you, always following us, right?”- 

Standing in the north building of the villa. 

Ethan raised his champagne glass and clinked it with Mason’s, a crisp “ding-dong” sound as the glass vibrated, “Women really know how to deal with other women. Do you remember the intern secretary who used to chase you around Mr. Brooks?” 

How could he forget? 

Just because the intern sat in the passenger seat of Mason’s car and drove the drunken Mason home, Harper had deemed her no good, secretly complained to Mason’s father, and got her fired. 

How Harper had treated others in the past was how others were treating her now. 

“Mason, do you think she still dares to dream of marrying Noah this time?” 

Mason drained his champagne in one gulp, stood up, and glanced down. “Don’t do this again. It’s really boring and pointless.” 

“Didn’t you say she shouldn’t have it easy?” 

This was what Mason had said three days before Harper came back. In just a few days, his attitude had changed com- pletely. 

Mason wanted to go back to his room, but was pulled by Ethan to the billiards room upstairs. He didn’t bring up Harper again to avoid bad luck or upsetting Mason. 

The billiards room was mostly filled with men, with smoke swirling around. Two women, brought by someone, sat on the side. 

Mason leaned down to play, his knuckles pressing on the cue stick, the light flickering on his cold and handsome face. He outshone everyone else around him. 

One shot, and the ball went straight into the hole. 

The woman sitting nearby walked over, twisting her waist. Her hand, painted with red nails, grasped the cue stick, and then Mason’s hand, her words full of flattery, “I knew Mr. Brooks was good at billiards, but I didn’t expect you to be this amazing.” 

Mason pulled his hand away, unfazed. 

He took a piece of chalk and lightly ground it on the tip of the cue stick, then blew on it. The chalk flew onto the woman’s face. She quickly stepped back, angry but still having to force a smile. 

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