Chapter 4

The hot spring dinner at the resort had an oddly tense vibe.

Evan was sitting in the corner, dressed in a robe with a bandaged ankle, surrounded by a flock of girls fussing over him.

Meanwhile, Cheney and I sat at our table, which felt awkwardly quiet.

Colleagues came over to toast Cheney, but when it came to me, the infamous "shrew", they were polite but distant.

I was more than happy to enjoy the quiet and just focused on my food.

After a few rounds of drinks, Evan, surrounded by a group of female colleagues, hobbled over to our…