That night, Jane was bored in the mansion, so she borrowed Chuck's car and drove to the bar.

She had invited a few of Anderson Group's employees out for a drink so she could get some gossip about the company.

At the entrance, Jane handed the keys to the valet. Right at this moment, James' voice rang out from behind her. "Young lady, is that you?"

Jane turned around to look at James. "Why are you here?"

"I'm a regular patron here." James went up to her. "You, on the other hand, are a young lady. It's not safe for you at a bar."

Jane snickered and looked at him condescendingly. "You have no right to care for me. Who the hell are you?"

James was baffled. How rude!

Jane took two steps forward before turning around and asking, "Is Stephen with you?"

James seized his chance and mimicked her tone. "Who the hell are you? You have no right to ask where Stephen is."

Then, he puffed up his chest and walked into the bar.

Jane was speechless. Why would Stephen be friends with someone l