"Aunt Julia, you don’t need to worry. If we’re discovered, I’ll take full responsibility myself," Alexander said confidently.
Alexander professionally aid the cara at Asher Land. Although he couldn’t capture the beautiful aunt’s front view, her back was in the fra, which was enough.
Ha, now all the evidence is complete. Ti to go ho and tell Uncle off to Mommy.
After about ten minutes, Asher Land called over the waiter to settle the bill. Once done, he pulled out his chair, preparing to leave, with Irene Morton following closely behind.
Seeing Asher Land walking in his direction, Alexander’s heart skipped a beat. He quickly used a nu to cover his little head.
He held his breath, fearing Asher Land might notice him.
"Alexander... President Land has left," Julia Brown removed the nu from in front of Alexander’s head, reminding him.
"Huh? Really?" Alexander’s big watery eyes scanned the surroundings. Through the glass window, he saw Asher Land and Irene Morton walking side by side toward the parking lot.
Alexander slung his backpack over his shoulder, took Julia’s phone, and headed out.
"Hey Alexander, the dishes haven’t arrived yet. Where are you going?"
"Aunt Julia, don’t worry, I’ll be right back."
Alexander quickened his pace, breaking into a trot, but he still couldn’t keep up with Asher Land’s long strides.
His small figure wandered around the parking lot, standing on tiptoes, searching for Asher Land.
Ah, the target seems to be found.
Inside a black sedan, Asher Land and Irene Morton sat in the back seat. The car window was lowered, and Asher Land’s ruggedly handso face reflected sharply in Alexander’s eyes.
Asher Land was waiting for Robert Williams to co over, unaware that Irene Morton had already sent Robert away to create an opportunity to be alone with him.
Irene’s face was flushed; she had purposely drunk a few extra glasses of wine in the restaurant, and now the alcohol was taking effect, making her body soft. She intentionally leaned her delicate body toward Asher Land.
"What’s wrong?" Asher Land glanced at her, showing so displeasure on his face.
"Brother Asher, I’m feeling a bit dizzy."
Irene had a wine fragrance about her, the scent infiltrating his nostrils, making him furrow his brow.
Just as he was about to push her away, she had already wrapped her hand tightly around his arm.
"I’ll call Robert Williams right now to have him take you back to rest," Asher Land said, pulling out his phone to call Robert.
"No,..." Irene murmured softly, "leaning on your shoulder for a bit is enough."
"Irene, don’t try any tricks on ," he said, extrely impatient.
"What kind of tricks could I play? Besides, I’m drunk now, so it’s more like you’re taking advantage of , not the other way around," Irene mocked herself.
"..."
Asher Land had no intent to engage further with Irene and turned his head towards the window.
If he hadn’t turned his head, it would’ve been fine, but since he did turn...
A little guy was right there, crazily snapping pictures of his car with a phone.
Alexander inwardly exclaid, "Not good!" Having been discovered, he didn’t think twice and shoved the phone into his backpack, bolting away.
Run? Where do you think you’re going?
Asher Land pushed Irene aside, opened the car door, stepped out, and with just a few long strides, he almost caught up to the distance Alexander had managed in a few minutes.
He extended his long arm, grabbed Alexander’s backpack, and lifted him up.
"What were you doing?" he asked in a deep voice.
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