Chapter 162 Nothing Off Limits
Zynn didn’t have the best impression of Patrick. She didn’t like men who were prettier than her.
Women, sure–whatever. But a guy? Seriously?
“I’m fine. I can hold my liquor,” she muttered. “Go drinking with Victor next time and you’ll see.”
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Victor, sitting beside Patrick, said leisurely, “I’m really not a heavy drinker. Haven’t hit up a real party in years, so I’ve lost the edge. No way I could keep up with you. But hey, girls shouldn’t drink like that–it’s bad for your health. How about some grape juice instead?”
Zynn paused.
After all these years in the industry, everyone treated the women from Quinn Group like they were made of steel–untouchable, unbreakable. No one really thought of them as just women anymore.
Before she could respond, Patrick had already swapped her wine for a glass of grape juice and pushed it toward her.
“Same color. Just fake it,” he said.
Zynn stared at him. No one did this at a business dinner. But fine. Tonight wasn’t a night to get drunk
anyway.
Across the room, both Chase and Wendy had been quietly keeping an eye on the situation. Since it was an internal celebration, everyone here was one of Wendy’s own. The atmosphere was casual and relaxed.
Chase noticed Zynn didn’t look too happy–and Patrick, on the other hand, seemed oddly attentive.
“Zynn’s in charge of Patrick’s personal PR, right? They’ve only met once. Just before everyone arrived, Patrick and I were alone for a minute. Wanna guess what he told me?” Wendy glanced at Chase.
He watched the subtle tension between Zynn and Patrick and ventured a guess. “Patrick’s into her?”
Wendy sighed. “Yup. Said he wants her to accompany him to every public appearance from now on, whether it’s press tours or travel. And–he asked me to help play matchmaker. Can you believe that? I’m not just CEO now, I’m his dating consultant too.”
Chase laughed under his breath. “Well, you should care about your employees‘ love lives. Zynn’s been single for years. And now her ex randomly pops up at work. She’s bound to be off. Here–have Patrick’s car drop her off tonight. She’s been drinking. She can’t drive.”
Wendy hesitated. “You think that’s a good idea? What if she doesn’t like him?”
“Won’t know unless she tries. Patrick doesn’t seem like the type to take advantage. I trust he’ll behave.”
Chase only had a couple hours to spare. He stayed for a bit longer, then left.
The event ended just before eleven. Zynn had been about to call for a driver, but Wendy whispered something to Sammy, who, after a moment of visible reluctance, nodded and followed through.
“Victor, it’s hard to get a ride around here this time of night. Can you take Zynn home? Company cars are all tied up,” Sammy said smoothly.
Victor glanced at the row of available drivers outside, all clearly waiting. Without missing a beat, he gave a
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Zynn had rushed her drinks early on, and now she was visibly tipsy. Sammy helped her into Patrick’s car.
“You…” She squinted at Patrick and frowned. “What are you doing in my car?”
Patrick found her a little amusing when she was drunk. Calmly, he crossed his arms. “Waiting for you to drive me home. Aren’t you my manager now?”
Zynn stared at him for a moment, clearly trying to process what he’d said. Then she shook her head. “Nope. I’ve been drinking. I can’t drive. I’ll have someone-”
Before she could finish, the door shut with a sharp thud. Victor got into the front seat and instructed the driver, “Take her home first.”
As they drove, Zynn’s phone slipped from her pocket. On the screen, a name lit up: Gavin.
Patrick’s eyes narrowed. He was about to pick it up, but Zynn beat him to it. Without a word, she turned it off.
Patrick had sharp ears. During dinner, he’d heard Sammy say Gavin was her ex.
What kind of no–name loser thought he could just waltz back in?
After getting Zynn home safely, Patrick and Victor returned to the car.
“You didn’t even have to lift a finger, and Madam Wendy already handed you the perfect opening,” Victor said. “But man, Zynn’s mood tonight… she really drank. Gavin clearly still gets to her.”
He turned to face Patrick. “You’re not actually planning to go after her like that, are you?”
Patrick didn’t answer right away.
Then he lifted his head, locked eyes with Victor, and said calmly but firmly, “Why not?”
After everything he’d clawed his way through–every endorsement, every film role, every ounce of success -what hadn’t he taken by force?
Going after what he wanted was second nature by now.
And this time, it was Zynn.
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