After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back (Aveline and Lucas) novel Chapter 1070

“What is it?” Daisy asked curiously when she saw Jolie suddenly approach.

“I need to step out for a bit,” Jolie replied.

Daisy frowned, clearly displeased. “But the banquet isn’t over yet.”

Jolie hesitated, not wanting to explain, but she knew that without mentioning Gavin, Daisy wouldn’t let her leave so easily.

“It’s for Mr. Cooper,” she finally said.

At once, Daisy’s expression lit up with delight. “Oh, in that case, go ahead! Handle it well, and don’t let Mr. Cooper down.”

“Got it,” Jolie said with a nod, before turning and heading upstairs.

While she made her way up, Gavin informed Terence that he was leaving.

Terence, eager to make him stay, tried his best to persuade him otherwise, his demeanor deferential and eager. Having Gavin attend the banquet was an immense honor, and Terence was desperate to keep him there as long as possible.

However, Daisy recalled Jolie mentioning she needed to leave for Gavin’s sake, and something clicked in her mind.

“Well, let’s not delay Mr. Cooper. Do come by for a proper visit another time. Our Jolie is quite the cook; you should try her cooking.”

Gavin’s eyes flickered with interest as he replied, “Is that so? I’ll make sure to visit next time.”

“Great,” Daisy said with a smile, watching as Gavin left and got into his car.

As the car disappeared from view, Terence turned to Daisy with a frown. “What were you thinking? Why didn’t you try harder to make him stay?”

Daisy’s eyes glimmered with satisfaction. “Jolie just said she needed to leave to take care of something for Mr. Cooper. Then, right after, he leaves too. Don’t you think it’s possible they’ve gone to meet up?”

Terence’s frown smoothed instantly, his mood lifting. “That’s my daughter. She never lets me down.”

Daisy was equally thrilled, already picturing a future where she reigned as one of Larbor City’s most prominent socialites, enjoying the status and prestige that would come with being tied to the Cooper family.

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Jolie left through the back door, got into her car, and had barely driven out of the neighborhood when a location popped up on her WhatsApp.

It was an address for a private club, sent by Gavin.

His instructions were clear—once she found a suitable woman, she was to bring her directly to the club.

Jolie rolled her eyes at the message but replied with a curt, “Got it,” before continuing on her way.

The private room was eerily quiet, the dim lighting casting long shadows that made the atmosphere feel heavier.

Gavin sat on the sofa, his legs crossed, a cigarette resting between his fingers. Smoke curled lazily in the air, partially obscuring his sharp, handsome features.

Yet, the moment she stepped inside, Jolie could feel the weight of his gaze pressing down on her—a gaze as unyielding and oppressive as a mountain.

Steeling herself, Jolie adjusted her expression and walked over to him.

Keeping her tone calm, she asked softly, “Mr. Cooper, are these to your liking?”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she frowned slightly.

Why did she feel like the boss of some shady escort agency, parading hostesses for inspection?

The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth.

But Gavin didn’t seem to care about her discomfort.

“I don’t like them,” Gavin replied simply.