Hearing the whistles from all around, Yvonne began regretting following Xavier to this place.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Xavier held Yvonne’s hand. "Why is it so lively here today?"

Yvonne frowned. She tried to break free of his grasp, but it was tight. Just as she was considering which one of his fingers to break, she heard Stephen’s voice.

"It’s my party tonight. Is Yvonne coming here so late to embarrass me?"

Yvonne was dazed. What party?

Stephen’s gaze flickered over their hands. Coldly, he said, "I couldn’t even invite her, but you could, Mr. Robinson." Every word of his was a blade stabbing through Yvonne’s flesh.

She wanted to cry. Would she ever have a chance to explain herself? This was all a misunderstanding.

Xavier smirked. "Apologies. We had dinner before coming here. We certainly are late. I’ll take three shots to make up for it."

Dinner? Stephen sneered inwardly. So, had Yvonne declined his invitation to eat with another man?

When Yvonne caught Stephen’s glar