Chapter 308
She thought, ‘One brings in traffic, the other leads the industry. Together, they’re the strongest strategic partners I could ask for. If I land both, GrabCheap’s growth should be smooth sailing from here.
Aubree then reached out to both companies. She would need to stay in Südlichen Strand a few more days, at least until the deals with them were finalized. That evening, the management team worked late, and Aubree stayed with them.
By the time they wrapped up, it was past ten. Someone said that since she was in town, they should make the most of it and hit a bar to blow off
some steam.
Aubree thought everyone had been working hard with all the recent overtime, and a little relaxation would do them good. She smiled and said, “Let’s all go together. The tab is on me.”
One of the team members cheered, “Our boss is so generous!”
Bars weren’t new to Aubree. In this life, she had only been once, to get Matilda out of trouble. In her past life, though, she was a regular.
Trevor was a bit of a party animal, but he knew his limits–he only hit up his usual spots when back in Rithol City. Whenever the paparazzi staked him out, he’d summon Aubree to help divert their attention.
Over time, the media painted her as Trevor’s “secret girlfriend.” He kept using her to cover for his real one, and misled fans wouldn’t leave her alone –some even crossed the line and got physical.
But Trevor never once cleared things up publicly. Instead, he acted as if it were her honor to clean up his messes.
Aubree gave a wry, self–mocking smile. Looking back, she couldn’t believe how naive she had been in her last life, thinking his need meant she mattered.
As memories of the past resurfaced, especially those of Matilda, she let out a quiet sigh. After the last incident, Drake was rescued by Alvin. Whether Alvin had meant to or not remained unclear, but in the end, Drake lost his hand.
Matilda had already left the club and taken her family abroad. Aubree knew they would probably never see each other again.
The upscale bar buzzed with vibrant energy. A crowd of men and women swayed to the music on the packed dance floor, letting off steam.
Small groups of friends were scattered around, playing drinking games and clinking glasses.
The bar’s vibe was what matiered most, so Aubree and the team skipped the private room and joined the crowd out in the main area.
By the time they left the bar, it was well past midnight.
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Aubree, with a mix of amusement and helplessness, called out, “I’ve called a driver. Let’s wait a bit.” Most of them had been drinking, and some were already a bit out of it.
She figured it was time to set a new rule for situations like this. There was no way anyone would make it to work tomorrow. Smiling, she said, “You’ve all been working hard lately. Since we had such a great time tonight, take tomorrow off!”
“Woohoo! You’re the best, Ms. Miller!” they exclaimed.
Amid the lively cheers, a menacing voice from a nearby alley suddenly cut sharply through the noise. “Do you even know who I am? Now scram!”
“Whoa, Mr. Big Shot, we’ve been waiting out here just for you. You think we don’t know who you are?” another voice replied.
Aubree’s brow twitched as she thought, ‘A celebrity? What are the odds?‘
This was one of the most upscale bars in Südlichen Strand, and plenty of celebrities came here for fun. She couldn’t help but wonder, ‘But would Trevor have a performance in town this late?‘
Aubree followed the sound and looked over, spotting a flamboyantly dressed man cornered by three burly guys against the wall. His cheeks were flushed crimson–clearly, he’d had way too much to drink.
Suddenly, he seemed to notice Aubree and the others. He cried out, “Help me!”
Unable to make out his face, she hesitated for a moment but then decided to step in. She turned to Birgitte and said, “Start recording.”
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