Chapter 8. Just an Act

However, Myra was nowhere like Estelle.

Even though she was extremely disappointed, she still had a slight hope for that man.

She was well aware that she was hopeless, but she was unwilling to let her sacrifices over the years go in vain. If so, how much worth does my love even have?

When Myra saw Estelle feigning that she lost her balance before accidentally falling into the arms of a man not far away, she smiled and heaved a sigh as she rose to leave.

In the main hall of Zion Club, Leo handed the car keys to the waiter for him to park the car. As soon as he entered the club, he saw Myra leaving with a dazed look on her face. Although he was slightly shocked, he quickly entered the club.

The particular private VIP room of Zion Club was different from the normal rooms as it was Elliot Samson’s private room bearing more luxury while remaining low profile. Cigarette smoke filled the entire room as people played cards, sang songs, and even wailed loudly.