5. She Is Not Your Girlfriend Anymore

"Let's go now, Chant!" The masculine voice from behind the sofa made Chantal turn her head.

The woman's gaze fell from the toe of the black pumps on the shiny wooden floor to the face with an undeniably unique character. 'He's charming, actually!' Chantal thought without wanting to reveal what was inside her head.

"Sure, let's go party, Jordan!" Chantal said as she smiled at the dashing, handsome man before her.

Jordan didn't shave the dark brown hairs on his face, which made him look macho and manly even though the khaki tuxedo he was wearing was elegant. There is no nerdy or geeky impression at all in his strong aura.

Chantal stepped gracefully towards Jordan and then placed her hand on the arm of the man who was holding her captive.

"Welcome to Holywood life, Chantal. You will meet many celebrities and jetsets at the party later," Jordan said as he took the woman towards the exit of his penthouse.

Hearing Jordan's words, she just laughed softly. "I'm used to attending parties like the one we're going to. However, I don't remember ever running into each other, Jordan. What about you?" Chantal replied as the two of them descended from the top floor of the Sky Eternity Intercontinental building to the lobby level.

The gallant man shrugged his shoulders while looking at Chantal. "Maybe I have, but I forgot. There were too many beautiful and sexy women at every party I attended. Unfortunately, I was only there as a social obligation for one of the conglomerates in our beloved LA," he answered.

"Ohh ... of course!" Chantal replied curtly because she didn't want to serve the ego of the dominant man who was richly twisted by her side.

"TING." The sound of the VIP elevator having reached the lobby floor sounded loud.

The charming young couple stepped out of the elevator and crossed the floor of the spacious beige marble-floored lobby. In front of the exit of the building, they have been waiting for a shiny black limousine. Jordan's driver opened the car door for both of them.

Jordan let Chantal climb into the limo first. After that, he caught up and sat next to the beautiful and elegant woman.

As usual, the traffic in the metropolitan city is bustling regularly, with vibrant city lights on either side of the highway. Their car drove at a steady, moderate speed towards the Four Seasons Hotel, which was the venue for tonight's party.

"Can I ask you something, Jordan?" asked Chantal.

"Say-"

Chantal cleared her throat to relieve her dry throat before saying, "What if you can't lure my father out of his hiding place by capturing me?"

"I don't know. We haven't tried it yet. I prefer to experiment before drawing conclusions that my method will fail," Jordan answered casually while looking searchingly at Chantal's face, "Don't expect to be able to manipulate my mind by asking something like that!" he continued.

So Chantal quickly dodged, "That's not what I meant—"

"Don't lie, or your nose will grow longer like Pinocchio!" Jordan laughed mockingly at Chantal. Then he added scathing words, "Old man and daughter are both cunning. Like father like daughter!"

The annoyance in Chantal's heart because of Jordan's insult made her face sour, and she remained silent, staring at the window at her side. The handsome face that Jordan Fremantle has is inversely proportional to his bad attitude.

'Papa, why do you always make my life complicated? I'm being held captive by this annoying megalomaniac!' Chantal spat out in her heart, annoyed at Jordan and her biological father, who was nowhere to be found, and vanished as if swallowed by the earth.

The luxury car stopped at the front door of the Four Seasons Hotel lobby, and the door was immediately opened by a bellboy who welcomed guests. Jordan came down first and immediately stretched out his right hand to Chantal, who was still in the car. He didn't want her to be touched by another man.

Chantal gracefully got out of the car, assisted by Jordan. Then they walked together across the lobby packed with people with various interests. Most were as neatly dressed as those likely to be attending the same party at the hotel.

Jordan embraced Chantal's curvy waist possessively while lining up for the elevator with other hotel visitors. After the empty elevator from the top floor opened, the two entered with the other elevator passengers when they arrived on the ballroom floor where the birthday party was held for the multimedia tycoon who controls the entertainment world market share Harold Luthner—a sea of ​​people with various appearances spilled over into the room.

The DJ's frenetic techno music enlivened the exciting party atmosphere. Fluorescent disco lights bring the entire room to life with colorful highlights. Jordan tried to look around to find the figure of the party host among the overflowing party guests.

Finally, he saw a crowd of people at one point and recognized the face that was the center of attention there. Harold Luthner, who has black skin and a tall, athletic body, is the magnet for tonight's lively event. Jordan approached the man, who was immediately greeted with a warm hug.

"Hey, Jordan. Thank you for coming. How is your business running smoothly?" Say hello, Harold.

"Happy birthday, Harold. As usual, only my 50 million dollars went missing because that damn Lawrence Brickman took away my investment capital for our mega project!" Jordan replied, expressing his frustration with Harold, who knew Chantal's father as a business partner.

Harold's gaze moved to the party partner Jordan had brought, and he was a little surprised to recognize Chantal. He shook the hand of the young woman next to Jordan and greeted her, "Hello, Beautiful Chantal. Where is your papa? I hope that old fart doesn't give you trouble because of the problems he caused Jordan!"

Chantal still hasn't had time to answer questions from her father's acquaintances, whom she also knows well. A familiar male voice called her, "Hi, Chantal darling!"

A frown with eyebrows meeting fiercely revealed Jordan's expression of displeasure when he turned to see who the man was. And without any etiquette, the dapper-looking young man hugged and kissed Chantal in front of him.

"Damn! Chant, who is this tacky guy?" Jordan's voice boomed behind Chantal's back.

The woman turned around to look at Jordan, whose emotions were mixed. "Eh, this—"

"David Guilermo, let me introduce myself. I'm Chantal's boyfriend!" The burly, tall, brown-eyed man with a face no less handsome than Jordan stretched his right hand towards him.

However, Jordan instead crossed his arms, ignoring the man's outstretched hand in the dark blue Armani tuxedo while grinning arrogantly. "She's not your girlfriend anymore then! You need to know, Chantal is my woman now," replied Jordan in an arrogant tone, looking sharply at his interlocutor.

David suddenly turned to Chantal with an expression as if his pride had been hurt. "Is that true, Chant? We love each other, don't we? Who is this pretentious man? He claims you as his woman. Hmm!" demanded David Guilermo, who, of course, didn't accept it and didn't understand the latest situation. He started to think Chantal was betraying him behind his back.

Meanwhile, Harold Luthner, who received an exciting spectacle, chuckled, waiting for Chantal's answer, which would win the position of one of the two men with egos as high as Mount Everest.