Producer Forest? Ariel Morris supported Lydia Brooke and was stunned for a mont, her eyes glanced at the person being beaten by Camden, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"How much have you drunk? Mistaking for that fat man..."
Lydia Brooke drank a lot, and was now in a state of complete disorientation, just knowing that soone was supporting her body, with an arm wrapped around her waist. Instinctively, Lydia was extrely repulsed, her struggle intensified, and her tone was even scolding: "Let go! You beast! Scumbag! Jerk!"
Ariel Morris: "...Miss Brooke, isn’t that a bit much? After all, I’m saving you, and besides, I’m a woman. Even if I were to sleep on the sa bed as you, would it really warrant such a harsh verbal beating? It’s not like I can take advantage of you!"
Lydia Brooke’s drunken escapade was becoming wilder. Ariel Morris was afraid she might unknowingly harm the child in her belly, and imdiately called out to Camden who was packing up Producer Forest, "Stop fighting, Camden, help her into the car!"
"Yes, Miss."
Camden ca over and lifted Lydia Brooke towards the car. Just as Camden and Ariel Morris were about to help Lydia into the car, the sound of an urgent brake echoed in their ears. They turned to see Jorge Saxton, with a panicked look on his face, quickly getting out of the car and walking towards them.
"Young Master Saxton," Camden greeted respectfully.
Jorge Saxton’s gaze fell on the person Camden was holding, and he directly stepped forward, bending over to scoop Lydia Brooke into his arms and headed towards his car.
"Camden, co drive!"
"Yes."
Camden and Ariel Morris walked towards the car Jorge Saxton had driven up in. Camden took the driver’s seat, Ariel Morris sat in the passenger seat, while Jorge Saxton sat in the back holding Lydia Brooke.
Having drunk too much, Lydia Brooke was covered in sweat, writhing restlessly in Jorge Saxton’s arms, her hands inadvertently rubbing all over Jorge.
Jorge Saxton’s body was tightly tensed, instinctively tightening his arms around Lydia. Lydia groaned from the pain, and with eyes closed, she slapped down with her hand, cursing: "Jerk!"
A resounding slap echoed in the silent car.
Ariel Morris and Camden: "..."
Ariel Morris’s mouth twitched, catching everything in the backseat from the corner of her eye, silently thinking: Can my brother handle soone as fiery as Lydia Brooke? Is it true that every strong person has their match? My brother, such a mighty person, being so docile in Lydia’s hands...
Jorge Saxton, having been slapped by Lydia Brooke, slightly furrowed his brows and gently shook the person in his arms, "Lydia, it’s , Jorge Saxton!"
The person in his arms moved upon hearing the three words, gritting her teeth and murmuring: "The jerk among jerks! Mr. Cheater!"
Ariel Morris’s mouth twitched, unable to hold back asking: "Bro, what exactly did you do to wrong Lydia? She gets so agitated and angry just hearing those three words... ’The jerk among jerks’, forgive , bro, I feel like laughing, haha~~!"
Jorge Saxton glanced at his happily smug sister in the front seat, calmly replying: "Looks like I should invite Arlo Seys out for tea and let him know he’s beco a father."
Ariel Morris imdiately deflated, "...Bro, you win, I won’t laugh anymore, I’ll shut up, please spare !"
They returned to Clearflower Estate. Camden went to park the car, while Jorge Saxton carried Lydia Brooke inside, and Ariel Morris followed behind.
As soon as they entered the living room, they saw Jose Floyd standing with two bodyguards by his side, sitting on the sofa, holding a glass of wine, still maintaining his usual cold and unapproachable deanor.
In front of Jose Floyd, a woman knelt on the ground, her body trembling slightly. Her hair and clothes were all ssy, looking very disheveled.
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