I Became His Sweetheart

Chapter 3 Who Did You Sleep With?

After a while, Stephen walked into the VIP lounge when he was done dealing with his fans. Seeing this, Melanie approached him and said, “Hi, there. I’m Melanie Jones.”

“You're Melanie Jones?”

Stephen asked impatiently, “Where do | sign?”

Melanie raised her eyebrows as she paused before asking, “Do you mind taking a closer look at me? Do you know me?” “Uhm...”

Her stunning silhouette...

The man removed his shades as he sized Melanie up from head to toe. “Well, you have a unique cane, and it successfully caught my attention. Do you find it interesting using it at night?”

While Stephen was talking to her, he reached out his hand toward her cane. Seeing this, Melanie reacted with disgust and swiftly swung her hand at the cane, hitting the man’s hand.

“Ouch!” Stephen placed his hand beside his lips and licked it. “You’re an interesting one, aren’t you? | like you!”

Melanie squinted her eyes. She felt that this Stephen was completely different from the one she slept with last night. Even though they had not exchanged a single word yesterday, he emitted a reassuring vibe that made her at ease, unlike the fickle way he was making her feel now.

Seeing Melanie spaced out, Stephen blinked. “Do you want to come to Paris with me tonight?”

Melanie came back to her senses and replied, “No, we're adults. I’m not expecting you to take responsibility for your actions last night, but | have one simple condition for you.”

“Last night? | don’t remember anything about last night.” Stephen looked confused. ‘Hmph! All men are the same!’

Melanie smiled coldly as she knew that Stephen was trying to evade his responsibilities but fortunately, she had evidence with her.

Calmly, Melanie took out her phone and showed Stephen two pictures of them, where he could be easily recognized, sleeping together. “Last night, Paris Hotel, room 8868. Do you need me to provide you with more details?”

Stephen’s eyes widened as he stared at her phone. After checking out the pictures for a moment, his eyes lit up. “Are you sure... you were at...the Paris Hotel last night?”

“| also have the hotel's surveillance footage with me.” Melanie responded impatiently, “I only have one simple condition for you. It won't cost you anything. But if you still won’t admit to it, | don’t mind going to war with you. Try me.”

Stephen was intrigued when he heard this. Before Melanie could finish her sentence, he said, “Well, one moment.”

He then went to a corner to make a phone call. Two minutes later, he came back and replaced his unruly tone with a respectful one as he asked, “Miss Jones, what do you want? Name it!All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Besides, Harbor City is hosting a pageant selection for the International Socialites Gala. | think you have extraordinary personalities. Do you want to give it a try?”

Melanie squinted her eyes because she had her concerns about him. However...

A few days ago, Bryan did mention to Melanie to seal the collaboration between Lena and Stephen. He also told her to leverage the meeting to get Lena to audition for the International Socialites Gala.

The Morgans had the final say in this selection, so Melanie was asked to help Lena build a good relationship with the Morgans. Since this audition was somehow related to Lena, Melanie was a little interested in it.

Moreover, this banquet was named by Forbes as one of the world’s top ten most luxurious parties. Coincidently, she needed a platform to tell the world that she, Melanie Jones, had decided to start over again and live her life!

“lm a cripple. Do you think | can fit in?” Melanie asked prudently. “The theme for this year’s International Socialites Gala is ‘Dream Girl’. Why can’t a cripple chase her dream?”

Stephen was on point, and Melanie did not know how to respond to him. With that, she paused for a while before asking, “Will | get something if | try it out?”

“As long as you participate in our Gala, you'll get something out of it. You know, right?” Stephen blinked at her. Melanie pursed her lips and raised her brows. “Is this your way to keep my mouth shut?”

The Morgans had been in the business world for decades. They were a complex group of individuals. So, a simple condition might not be in her best interest and Melanie fully understood this.

“If you want to think about it this way, | have no problem with it.” Stephen’s expression seemed a little funny.

“Fine, if you can get me in, I'll delete all these pictures.” Melanie assured him.

Hearing this, Stephen nodded with a smile. “Oh, yeah. You said you have a simple condition just now, didn’t you?”

“It's simple, you just need to cancel the meeting with Lena. If they call you later, just tell them that you have a sudden schedule change. You'll meet with them another time. Do you understand me?”

“Of course!” Seeing Melanie turn around elegantly, Stephen touched his chin and started pondering...

He called his butler earlier to confirm his uncle’s whereabouts last night. This time, his curiosity was piqued as he took out his phone and called another number...

In the meeting room on the top floor of the Morgan Complex, all the department directors from the HQ were sitting at the table as their president was having a meeting with all of their subsidiaries from all over the world.

The president's phone vibrated, so his assistant, William Moore, picked up the call and passed it to the man respectfully. “Sir, it’s the Second Young Master. He said there’s something urgent.”

“Turn on the speaker.” Jeffrey Morgan glanced at the phone coldly. What was so urgent?

Once the speaker was turned on, Stephen asked excitedly from the other side of the phone, “Uncle, did you have a one-night stand yesterday?”

The atmosphere in the meeting turned strange all of a sudden. Everyone was trying their very best not to change their expressions.

Jeffrey took the phone from William after hearing this. He turned off the speaker and spoke indifferently, “What did you say?”