Tayson responded aptly and nodded, "Yes, Miss Evelyn!"

The women in the room looked at her curiously. One asked, “Who is she?

Why does she want to throw us out?"

“Mr. Sheffield. That woman just asked someone to throw us out. Aren't you going to say something?" A purple-haired woman with curvy features wrapped her arms around Sheffield.

“She looks familiar. I think I have seen her somewhere..." said another woman, looking at Evelyn carefully.

Before long, more than a dozen bodyguards entered the private booth and dragged the women outside while they screamed and shouted.

The three people were the only inhabitants of the private booth. Joshua decided that it would be best not be the third wheel.

"Well, something important just came up. Evelyn, I have to go now." Evelyn nodded politely, allowing Joshua to take his leave.

All the while, Sheffield sat with his back rested against the back of the couch and filled his glass with some wine.

Evelyn closed the door behind her and walked up to the man who sat very comfortably on the couch, with one leg resting on top of the other.

"I've been worried about you lately," she said, standing across him.

Sheffield took another sip from his glass.

"Oh! Thank you for your concern, Miss Evelyn." His words were dripping with sarcasm.

His haughtiness triggered Evelyn's anger. She snapped at him, gritting her teeth in anger, "Since you don't want to talk to me, then there's no point to this. We're done! I will no Longer interfere with your life from now on!"

Evelyn turned around on her heel and started walking towards the door

Just as she had taken a few steps, Sheffield sprang up to his feet and wrapped his arms around her waist. Grinning from ear to ear, he said,

“Evelyn, I was just kidding."

“Kidding?" Evelyn turned around to look at him, who had changed his face faster than the speed of light.

"Yes!" Sheffield nodded and cocked his head to the side, giving the effect of rakishness.

“How could it be possible that I don't want to talk to you?"

Evelyn's face settled back into her emotionless, cold expression, and she stepped forward, forcing Sheffield to take a step back.

“What did you call Dollie? Baby? Huh?"

“No, no, no. You must have misheard me. Why would I call her ‘baby'?"

If he had known things would go this way, he wouldn't have treated

Evelyn like that.