Meanwhile, Stephen was playing cards with a few of his friends.

Quentin picked up a card as a cigarette dangled at the corner of his mouth.

He teased, “Wow, pigs must have started flying. Why do you have the time to hang out with us today, Steve? Aren’t you supposed to be picking up Tessa from work?”

Ever since Tessa started working and moved into her own apartment, Stephen would head over to Marina Apartment whenever he had the time.

It had been ages since he had joined one of their gatherings.

Ever since the incident at his engagement ceremony, he had been admitted to the hospital for a period of time.

By the time he was discharged, his relationship with Tessa had deepened, and they had become inseparable. He then made it a habit to pick her up from work almost every day.

Stephen remained indifferent as he played a card. “She’s having dinner with her colleagues tonight.”

“Oh, so you’ve been abandoned, haven’t you?” Quentin asked exaggeratedly, and his expression was extremely annoying.

In a sarcastic tone, he continued, “Who would have thought that the great Mr. Jacobson would be abandoned by a woman one day? What kind of gathering with her colleagues could possibly be more important than you?”

The air around Stephen turned slightly colder as he looked at Quentin coldly. “Me? Abandoned? That’s impossible.”

Stephen smirked before he continued, “She’ll still need to head home after her dinner, but what about you? Will you need to go pick up your girlfriend later too?”

This remark wasn’t particularly hurtful, but it was extremely insulting.

Everyone knew that Quentin was single, so how could he possibly have a girlfriend?

Fuming, Quentin turned to Henry, trying to stir the pot. “Look at him! How can he mock his friends like this? Henry, you’re single too. How can you tolerate this?”

Henry coughed lightly. Sorry, but I’m actually in a relationship too.”

“What?” Quentin’s jaw dropped, his cigarette nearly falling out of his mouth. He asked again, “What did you say? You’re in a relationship too?”

Henry nodded. “Yeah.”

“I haven’t heard you mention it. Which family is she from? The Zachman family? The Lloyd family?” Quentin asked curiously.

The Zachman family was prominent in Rivertown, whereas the Lloyd family held significant authority in Rivertown and was only second to the Jacobsons and the Goslings.

Since Henry came from such a prominent background, Quentin automatically assumed that he had fallen for someone in the same social class as him.

Before Henry could answer, Quentin continued speculating, “I’ve just met the girl from the Zachman family recently. She just came back from studying abroad, and she’s

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However, Henry only shook his head, replying, “My girlfriend’s just an ordinary college student.”

“What?” Quentin’s expression was filled with disbelief as he asked again, “Did you just say that she’s an ordinary college student?”

Stephen’s reaction was much calmer as he looked at Henry flatly. “Would your family even agree to it?”

Henry exhaled a puff of smoke and said calmly, “I’m just dating her for fun, and it’s not like we’ll end up getting married. Why would they care?”

Scoffing, Quentin shook his head, questioning, “Why did you start dating a university student? Aren’t you afraid that you won’t be able to break things off with her later?”

Henry chuckled nonchalantly, his attitude indifferent as he explained, “What’s there to worry about? I’ll just buy her a few branded bags and give her some money. Do you really think she’d be able to see me if I didn’t want to see her?”

Quentin stroked his chin and replied, “Fair point.”

Regular folks probably would not even have the opportunity to approach people within their social class without any consent.

Stephen picked a card, glanced at Henry, and said flatly, “Aren’t you afraid of karma for playing with someone’s feelings like that?”

“Who’s playing with who? We’re both in it for our own needs,” Henry said with a chuckle.

Stephen replied, “Just be careful. Don’t fall too deep. Otherwise, you’ll end up struggling to move on.”

Quentin’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “What does she look like? Why don’t you bring her along for us to meet sometime?”

Henry’s expression turned slightly cold as he retorted, “What’s there for you to see? She’s not from our circle, so there’s no need for that.”

“That’s true,” Quentin said with a shrug.

Stephen did not say anything else either.