The Billionaire’s Brokenhearted Deal Chapter 437 - 437 Simons Plan

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Previously on The Billionaire’s Brokenhearted Deal...
After an intimate encounter, Mo Chen leaves a resting Qiao Ruoxin to attend to business. He instructs Xiaowu to increase security for the "Little Ghost" and monitor the Lawrence family, who are in disarray with Lawrence hospitalized and facing an inheritance struggle. Mo Chen suspects Simon is waiting for an opportunity to take Qiao Ruoxin and return to the US.

Chapter 437: Simon’s Elaborate Stratagem

At the cocktail party, amidst the mingling guests, Simon could be found in a secluded corner. A champagne flute dangled from his hand, his attention, however, was perpetually drawn to a delicate figure weaving through the crowd.

His focus was entirely on Mo Zhizi.

Adorned in a delicate, strappy nude-pink evening gown, Mo Zhizi stood out like a succulent, ripe peach, radiating an allure that could tempt even the most virtuous. She was, in Simon’s calculating mind, the perfect pawn—one that would deflect any suspicion from Mo Chen.

Setting aside his champagne, Simon stood, his path directed towards the captivating silhouette.

Having concluded her pleasantries with friends, Mo Zhizi turned, her eyes meeting Simon’s—a gaze that held both a gentle demeanor and an undercurrent of sinister intent. A sudden flutter in her chest, an almost-missed heartbeat, signaled her awareness.

“You are…” Mo Zhizi paused, a touch of uncertainty in her voice as she inquired.

“Simon Lawrence, but please, just call me Simon.”

A flicker of recognition crossed Mo Zhizi’s face. “Oh… so you’re the esteemed Little Lawrence from the prominent Lawrence Family.”

“A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Mo,” Simon replied, a smile gracing his lips as he extended a hand towards her.

Mo Zhizi’s eyes assessed the man’s slender hand for a moment before she reached out, her fingers meeting his in a handshake.

Simon maintained the air of a perfect gentleman, offering only a brief clasp before releasing her hand, demonstrating impeccable awareness of the appropriate boundaries for an initial encounter.

“You know of me?”

Simon’s smile widened. “When a man finds a woman intriguing, discovering all one can about her is hardly a challenge, especially for someone of my capabilities.”

A smile bloomed on Mo Zhizi’s lips. “And what kind of man are you?”

“A man who finds you captivating.”

The smile on Mo Zhizi’s face broadened. Though she remained silent, her gaze couldn’t help but linger on Simon’s handsome features. He possessed a different appeal than Gu Mocheng, yet his appearance was undeniably attractive, and his demeanor was remarkably refined.

Unconsciously, Mo Zhizi found herself drawing comparisons between Simon and Gu Mocheng in her mind.

Simon then added, “As it happens, I am also acquainted with your brother.”

Mo Zhizi’s brow furrowed slightly. “I just recalled, the media once reported that you were pursuing Qiao Ruoxin. Do you perhaps also fancy Qiao Ruoxin?”

“Beautiful women naturally attract attention, but that’s all in the past now. She’s on the verge of marriage, is she not?” The final words carried a subtle hint of bitterness in Simon’s tone.

Mo Zhizi let out a gentle sigh, her laughter soft. “Ruoxin is truly fortunate, drawing admiration from so many men. Your brother admires her, you admire her, and even he…”

He… Gu Mocheng, also harbored feelings for her. Qiao Ruoxin, with her sweet and endearing looks, had always been a source of envy for Mo Zhizi since childhood. She effortlessly garnered male attention without even trying.

Simon remarked, “Miss Mo is far too modest; you too have your share of admirers.”

Mo Zhizi offered a smile tinged with a hint of helplessness.

While admirers were plentiful, none had truly captured her heart. She couldn’t help but notice the consistently high caliber of men drawn to Qiao Ruoxin.

Mo Zhizi lifted her champagne glass, taking a few sips before preparing to depart. “Mr. Lawrence, please excuse me for a moment; I need to visit the restroom.”

As she moved to step away, her high-heeled shoe faltered, her body tipping precariously to one side. Instinctively, Simon’s arm shot out, steadying her.

The instant Mo Zhizi looked up, her eyes met his, pools of shimmering, almost intoxicating depth. “Allow me to escort you, you seem to have had a bit too much to drink.”

“I merely stumbled; I am not intoxicated,” Mo Zhizi protested, attempting to regain her footing.

However, Simon had already taken her wrist, guiding her towards the party’s exit. “Let’s go. You needn’t resort to this even if you’re facing financial difficulties.”

A flush of embarrassment spread across Mo Zhizi’s face. How could Simon possibly know about her financial straits?