Hooked Up With My Boyfriend's Best Friend

Seeing Edward dressed well impressed Stephenie more than seeing him as a best man yesterday. Edward was wearing a good-looking suit, and his serious face made him more attractive.

Well, maybe because she didn't usually see Edward being dressed and acting like that. She hadn't gotten used to it because Edward didn't look like a womanizer at that point.

Stephenie was confident that their time spent together revealed Edward's genuine attitude. Edward was pretending to be someone who was not him. If Stephenie hadn't got a chance to be with him, she would not know the real Edward, his true colors.

He was obviously here to be a puppet and was constantly playing with his phone. The architectural idea was indeed communicated to them by the planning and design department director. The director was not the same as the last time, and his attitude was significantly worse. She was arrogant as if she were the world's ruler.

While Monica was taking minutes, Stephenie felt sad for her.

Monica was one of the Margin Architecture Firm's three significant partners. She was a senior designer who formerly played a vital part in A-Level Architectural Design Institute, despite being no better than the top leaders.

Many companies wanted to hire Monica when she decided to leave the institute. Until now, headhunters had been tenacious in their attempts to win Monica away with considerable compensation. Monica's design had now been criticized for nothing. On the other hand, Monica was mature and handled the criticism with gentleness. She attentively considered every suggestion from the director, meticulously examined the actual feasibility, and followed up on a compromise proposal.

Three hours later, the meeting ended. Edward ran out of patience and decided to end the session, "Okay, whatever the feasibility, you do what we desire."

While answering his phone call, Edward left without looking back.

"The meeting just ended. Don't be too excited. I'll be there later. You will have a memorable night." He said.

Without explanation, it was obvious that tonight he was going on a romantic dinner date.

On the other hand, Stephenie and Monica were ready to leave as they packed their things, but the director called Monica. The director suddenly shifted her attitude and served Monica dates, expressing her admiration and respect for Monica. She even requested that she not take the discussions and disagreements in the meeting too seriously. The director meant everything she said to help the initiative succeed.

"Well, Stephenie and I were university classmates; how could I purposefully humiliate my classmates in front of everyone?" The director said.

Stephenie was taken aback when she heard it. She studied the woman's face anxiously, trying to recall something about her.

"Did you forget about me? It's me." the director blinked her eyes. "Okay, I will introduce myself properly. Hi, Stephenie. I am Lily Millis."

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Stephenie called Joyce and told her what had happened. Joyce was so surprised and couldn't believe what she had heard.

"Are you being serious? Lily Millis? Is she now the first party on your project?" Joyce asked and still shocked. It was true that one of Stephenie's undergraduate classmates was Lily. Nevertheless, there was a "blood hatred" between them for the unbelievable that happened in the past.

"Aw. That was sad. I am sorry to hear that, Stephenie." Joyce was making fun of Stephenie.

"I called you because I want you to comfort rather than mock me. Thank you very much." Stephenie replied irritably.

Joyce laughed as she heard Stephenie's accusation, "I see. You still have time to complain to me, and it appears that Lily didn't give you too many modification recommendations." Joyce wanted to end the call.

The truth was that too many adjustments nearly undid the original plan, so Monica said they wouldn't have to work overtime tonight. But, even if they don't need to work overtime now, they still have a lot of work to do tomorrow.

"Kidding aside, why didn't you recognize Lily immediately?" Joyce asked.

Stephenie massaged her head and said, "You must see her yourself. When you return from your business trip to Woodlake, let's see whether you can recognize her in person or not."

"Did she undergo plastic surgery?" Joyce curiously asked. Stephenie recalled Lily's appearance and realized that it went far beyond cosmetic surgery; she was transformed from head to toe. But she didn't answer and stopped talking about Lily.

"When do you plan to come back?" Stephenie asked to change the topic.

"Is there a problem you want to talk about? What's wrong?" Joyce realized something was wrong.

She was not sure where to begin discussing Alan and John's affair, so she mumbled her lips, "I will tell you when you come back."

At this point, the cab, which had been running well, instantly stopped. Sitting in the back seat, Stephenie was forced forward and landed roughly on the back of the front seat with her forehead. The driver pulled the window down and cursed at the person who caused the car accident, "What's the matter with you? Car racing is prohibited here! Go to hell!"

Stephenie felt dizzy and reached for her phone under the seat. She noticed three race cars around the taxi.

The driver of the lake-blue Bugatti Veyron opened the door, approached, knelt, pushed one arm against the window, and requested with a vague expression, "I was not able to hear you. Could you repeat it? In my face?"

His intimidating attitude so scared the driver that he quickly lost courage and displayed fear, "I am sorry. But no, I didn't say anything. I apologize again. There are still passengers in the back seat. Enjoy the race. Enjoy yourself."

After hearing what the driver said, Edward looked at the backseat, and then she saw Stephenie. Their eyes met unexpectedly. As if she didn't know him, she frowned and kept quiet. On the other hand, Edward didn't greet her either.

Edward turned his head away and looked at the driver. He handed the driver a significant amount of cash, "Here. For mental loss fee."

The driver rejected the money, "No, I am okay."

The drivers of the red and yellow cars beeped their horns and yelled at Edward, "Let's go! We are in a rush! The time is running out!"

Using his chin, Edward pointed to Stephenie and instructed the driver, "Just in case your passenger experienced trauma."

Stephenie didn't understand what he meant, "You're sick!"

Stephenie couldn't help herself but argue and curse Edward.

As he made his way to the back seat, Edward gently tilted his head. Without asking, he unlocked the door and dragged her outside!"