In order to make his position clear, Helen Parker quickly acted cute, clinging to the man's arm and rubbing against him.

Yes, yes, that's exactly the kind of scene! Come on! Next, he has to say something, right? Maybe something like, “She’s my girlfriend now, so if you know what’s good for you, get lost,” to really put me down, then leave triumphantly, leaving me standing here dumbfounded, shouting, “Thirty years on the east bank, thirty years on the west bank!” Wouldn’t that lessen the power of this terrible misfortune?

“Mm, so that’s how it is.” Obviously, with Helen Parker acting cute right in front of David Clark, the man’s vanity was greatly satisfied. He looked at David Clark, his face full of disdain, and said, “In that case, there’s nothing more to say. I’m sure you can see we’re not from the same world. I’m not interested in your name, nor do I need to know it. I just hope you won’t bother Helen Parker anymore. Our circle isn’t one that a poor student fresh out of college like you can break into.”

In this man’s eyes, David Clark’s name wasn’t even worth knowing.

It was as if he was shooing away an annoying fly—if he didn’t slap you dead on the spot, that was already a great mercy.

Well done!

Right now, David Clark almost wanted to hug him and give him a big kiss!

That’s it! Now I have to admit defeat and slink away—this is the normal routine for being terribly unlucky, right?

Cooperate? Of course I have to cooperate! David Clark even wanted to shout, “Let the storm come even fiercer!”

And just then, the roar of an engine sounded, and a red Ferrari pulled up beside them!

David Clark turned to look—the Ferrari’s license plate was Zhong A56789...

Eh? Eh?!

Why does this license plate look so familiar?!

Next, the car door opened, and a woman who seemed to be blessed by heaven itself slowly stepped out!

Chapter 14: This Script Isn’t Right!

She was a young woman, wearing a long white dress and low-heeled white leather shoes, but with a pair of sunglasses that were unusually large.

Tall and long-legged, she looked like an ice queen who had just stepped out of a movie, her whole being radiating a cold aura that kept people at a distance. David Clark even felt that ever since this woman appeared, the temperature around them had dropped by two degrees.

So this is what they call a stunner—David Clark hadn’t known before, but now he did.

A textbook rich, beautiful, and fair-skinned woman!

The moment she got out of the car, she drew everyone’s attention. The man was staring, and Helen Parker’s mouth dropped open, speechless!

She slowly walked over to David Clark, glanced at the phone in his hand, and saw the snowflake pattern on the back—it was her own phone.

Retracting her gaze, the woman looked at the two people across from David Clark and asked, “Your friends?” Her voice was icy cold, keeping everyone at arm’s length.

Damn, this isn’t how the scene is supposed to go!

David Clark’s scalp tingled: “Uh... not really. That’s my ex-girlfriend and her new husband.”

“Oh.” The woman sized up Helen Parker, then said indifferently, “Nothing special. What are you talking about?”

At this point, no matter what David Clark said, people would just think he was a poor kid making excuses out of helplessness. But when the words came from this woman, it was a whole different story.

The difference between a pheasant and a phoenix—absolutely!

Helen Parker’s expression changed, and the man’s face went red and then white, frozen in place, not knowing what to say.

From the moment this mysterious woman appeared, she had taken complete control.

David Clark: “...”

What the heck is going on here, lady?!

Wasn’t I supposed to be terribly unlucky? Isn’t this the part where the other side gets to show off while I slink away with my tail between my legs?

What’s with this plot twist?

“We didn’t say much, just got mocked a couple of times...” David Clark cautiously glanced at the woman’s eyes, but they were hidden behind her sunglasses. “He said we’re not from the same world...”

“Mm, we really aren’t from the same world.” Hearing David Clark’s words, the woman nodded. “Our circle isn’t one that a small-time boss like him can break into.”

With that, the woman walked straight into the coffee shop.

Lofty and above all!

A man who drives a BMW and wears a luxury watch was nothing in this woman’s eyes—not even worth a second glance!

That slap in the face deserves a perfect score!

But the problem is, this script isn’t right!

Director, hurry up and give me my boxed lunch—I can’t go on with this script! I’m supposed to be terribly unlucky! Today is supposed to be terribly unlucky! What’s with this amazing woman showing up to help me out?!

“Um... I have something to do, so I’ll go first.” With that, David Clark quickly chased after the woman into the coffee shop.

Helen Parker and the man stood there, mouths agape, faces alternating between red and white, completely stunned.

...

Inside the coffee shop, David Clark walked to the woman’s table, gently placed the phone on the table, and slowly sat down.

It felt like sitting on pins and needles—today’s events didn’t seem so simple...