Free Web NovelChapter 770: Chapter 741: Gage Grant vs. Maeve [003]
"This is nothing disgusting, just wash it off and it’s clean." Gage Grant smirked, "It’s not like I’m planning to marry her."
Logan Lockwood, grimacing from the pain as the therapist pressed on a sore spot: "So there you go! Throw some money around, what’s not to have?"
Gage chuckled, contemplating how to contact Maeve’s agent when the phone on the table suddenly rang.
The therapist gently asked, "Young Master Grant, do you need me to get it for you?"
"Go ahead."
The phone was handed to Gage. He opened his eyes and saw the call was from the girl he’s recently dealing with. He was about to ignore it, but recalling the dream he had in the car this evening, his heart tingled, and in that moment of impulse, he answered.
"Uncle, are you coming over tonight? I miss you..."
The girl’s soft, sweet voice could melt the cold hardness of any man, and the frustration Gage had at Maeve’s place earlier completely vanished.
He held the phone, chuckling softly, "Meet me at the usual spot." With a gesture, he signaled the therapist to bring over the bathrobe.
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Gage came out after a shower, and Logan was still getting a massage. Seeing Gage fully dressed, Logan asked, "It’s almost midnight, where are you headed?"
"University Town."
Logan inquired, "The girl you mentioned earlier?"
Then he remembered that the girl Gage was interested in was currently with her sponsor, so he asked again, "The one from the Media College? Weren’t you planning to dump her for being too clingy?"
"Being clingy has its advantages."
Gage buttoned up his white shirt, rolled up his tie and tucked it casually into his pocket, fastened his watch, grabbed a suit jacket, waved goodbye to Logan, and left.
Tonight, he desperately needed a girl’s clinginess to prove his charm.
...
That proof lasted a whole night.
Gage left the cozy nest and arrived at Simon Forrester’s villa on Fenmore Hill with Logan by evening.
On the way there, Logan had told him that the third floor of Simon’s house was a treasure trove and urged him to check it out.
Gage was exhausted after a whole night, just wanting to lie on the couch and play on his phone, reluctant to move. But Logan mentioned there was not only a heated swimming pool but also a sauna room, and they even prepared swimming trunks for him. Thinking it might be good to sweat it out and detox, he decided to go.
However, he unexpectedly passed out.
Wearing only swim trunks, he lay on the ground with no dignity, being pinched and made to drink sugar water. Worse yet, this was all seen by that woman...
The woman who wouldn’t even give him a second glance, who’d rather be with old men than pay attention to him.
Gage had never lost face in front of the opposite sex like this before. As he was considering retreating to save face, he suddenly remembered what Logan said last night — throw some resources her way, and she’ll be all over you.
Instantly, he felt confident and pumped up.
.
Today was Simon Forrester and his wife’s housewarming party, and the couple invited all their friends over to celebrate.
At the villa entrance, two long tables were set up, offering a buffet for the guests.
Everyone else was already seated. Gage poured half a glass of red wine, leisurely descended a few steps, and turned into the nearby observation deck.
Maeve was holding a wine glass, lost in thought. He took advantage of her distraction to clink glasses with her.
With a crisp "ding", she snapped back to reality, turning her head to glance at him.
That glance was extremely indifferent, devoid of any emotion. Two seconds later, she slowly turned her head back to the scenery she was previously watching.
Again with that look as if he were invisible.
Gage, despite the setback, wasn’t discouraged. He took a sip of red wine to bolster his courage.
"Did you find a sponsor for the tour?" he smiled, looking down at the crimson wine in his glass, feigning nonchalance.
The woman sneered, curling her lips without responding.
"If not," he leaned in closer, his mouth nearly brushing her ear, "I could arrange something."
She backed away slightly, her hair lightly brushing under his nose.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them slowly, sitting up straight, arching an eyebrow with a smile: "How about it?"
A few seconds later, a business card was presented to him: "For work matters, please contact my agent."
It was that voice.
Slightly deep, a bit hoarse. A voice with a story, inexplicably alluring.
Gage took the business card with both hands, smiled, not giving up, he leaned in closer: "This affair doesn’t need an agent, we can talk directly. If possible, we can finalize it tonight, and by Monday morning, the money will be in your account..."
He made his intentions very clear. She, being a veteran, couldn’t possibly misunderstand him.
With another "ding", Maeve placed her wine glass heavily on the stone table, stood up, giving him a disdainful look, then left.
Gage didn’t chase after her, nor did he look back. He maintained a smile on his lips, sipping the red wine slowly, using his remaining energy to maintain his composure.
Logan, who had been watching from a distance, approached, sat next to him, glanced in the direction Maeve had left, and nudged him with an elbow: "The girl you mentioned last night, it’s her?"
"No!" Gage instinctively denied, "I just saw she was alone and bored, so I came over to chat."
He wasn’t vile enough to ruin Maeve’s reputation because he was rejected.
Logan didn’t press further, patting him on the shoulder: "Let’s go, get something to eat."
...
"Maeve, if you keep holding out, the tour really can’t happen," the agent said earnestly on the phone, "Word’s already out, and yet not a single sponsor has signed up. It’s going to be so embarrassing if we can’t pull it off..."
Maeve pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling powerless: "I don’t want to go out and drink with people anymore. If the sponsorship is obtained through those means and fans find out, they’ll be heartbroken."
Most of her fans genuinely loved music and appreciated her down-to-earth persona. If they found out she relied on such methods for sponsorships and resources, the consequences would be unimaginable.
The agent persuaded: "You’ve been in the industry for eight years now, while other singers who debuted at the same time have already gone on world tours. Yet, you haven’t even managed a national tour. That’s what’s really disappointing to your fans..."
Maeve didn’t want to listen and hung up the phone.
But when she tried to focus on composing, her mind was filled with these annoying matters, leaving her with no inspiration. In frustration, she threw her guitar onto the sofa.
The computer, open on the Weibo page, chimed several notifications.
Annoyed, she ruffled her hair, sat on the sofa, picked up the laptop, and clicked into the Weibo fan group.
A die-hard fan posted a photo of the Bird’s Nest at night: "Candice Chase is having a concert at The Worker’s Stadium tonight. Maeve should have hers at the Bird’s Nest, that would show her!"
"No way? With Candice Chase’s singing skills and those cheesy songs, she’s having a concert at The Worker’s Stadium? Is there even ten percent attendance?"
"Haha, her sugar daddy probably bought up all the tickets. I passed by there tonight, there wasn’t even a queue at the security checkpoint! Surely, no one’s there to watch!"
"Will Maeve’s first concert be at the Bird’s Nest or The Worker’s Stadium? It should be at the Bird’s Nest, which can hold ninety thousand people. I’m just afraid I won’t get a ticket when they go on sale, with my slow internet..."
