Alia Miles was taken back to the hotel suite by Damon Hawke.
"What happened?"
Damon helped her get dressed, then asked with concern.
Alia Miles smoothed her tousled hair and said, "Tom, I think I saw Gavin Miles."
Gavin Miles?
Wasn’t he supposed to be in jail?
Damon frowned, "Are you sure?"
"Not quite sure, but I did see soone who looked a lot like him enter that private room, so I stayed outside to eavesdrop."
Alia spoke truthfully.
"Don’t worry, I’ll have Chase Quinn look into it."
Damon reassured her with a few words, then took out his phone to call Chase Quinn.
Alia listened to him talking on the phone, lost in thought.
"Tom, what’s the deal with that Franen?"
Damon put away his phone, his expression cold, "A wolf in sheep’s clothing."
He seems loyal, but deep down he’s nothing but trouble.
If Gavin Miles really got out of jail, I wonder what his relationship with Franen is.
Alia wanted to ask more, but then her phone rang.
She took out her phone to see it was a call from Sarah Moore.
"Brooke."
"Elly, my brother plans to take back in the next few days. When do you have ti so we can et up?"
What!
Why is Frost Moore going back again?
Alia’s eyes widened, "Going back? Then when will you co back again?"
Weren’t you going to stay here to expand your career and not return anyti soon?
"From what my brother said, he might not co to Sea City again."
Though Sarah Moore’s tone was calm, Alia could still sense a hint of sadness.
"What? Not coming to Sea City again? What on earth happened? Why so sudden?"
Alia looked anxious.
She wanted nothing more than to run to Sarah’s side right away and find out.
"Let’s talk about the details when we et."
"Alright then, let’s have lunch together tomorrow."
If it weren’t so late now, she’d love to run to the Suites to find her imdiately.
After hanging up, Alia looked at Damon, "Tom, I want to go back. Let’s leave now."
"Now?"
Damon looked displeased.
He had left everything behind, wanting to spend a few uninterrupted days with Alia.
It had only been a day, and now she wanted to leave!
"Frost Moore and Brooke are going back, and they might not co to Sea City again. I need to go see Brooke."
With a heart eager to return, Alia began packing her things.
Damon furrowed his brow even tighter, not saying a word.
Not hearing anything from Damon, Alia glanced at him.
Seeing his reluctant expression, her almond eyes sparkled as she walked over, wrapped her arms around his, and stood on tiptoe to softly kiss his thin lips.
"Alright, once I have so free ti, I’ll co back and vacation with you, okay?"
Her man was unhappy.
But she couldn’t just betray her friend for romance.
"I knew it, in your heart, I’m always at the bottom of the list."
Damon wrapped his arms around her waist, disgruntled, rubbing her earlobe.
It was her sensitive spot, and Alia went weak at the knees.
"Okay, hurry up and pack, let’s go."
"No, let’s only go once I’ve had my fill."
"Hehe, Damon Hawke, that’s enough!"
"..."
Royal Court Suites.
Frost Moore, in a restless mood, went to the bar on the first floor for a drink.
The colorful lights cast mottled shadows of people.
The various noises seed to fill the emptiness inside.
Frost Moore found a seat and ordered a few drinks.
He was leaving, never to return.
Would he regret it?
A smile from Lily Johnson flashed in his mind.
Frost unbuttoned the front of his shirt, picked up his glass, and drank in one go.
"Miss, two more beers, please."
"Alright, please wait a mont."
A question and answer sounded in his ear.
The woman’s voice shot straight into his ears.
Frost paused his drinking hand and looked toward where the voice ca from. There he saw Lily Johnson, dressed in a server’s uniform, carrying a tray and serving drinks to a table.
The woman had a smile on her face, her hair tied up in a high ponytail.
The fitted work uniform accentuated her shapely figure.
Beneath the tight skirt, her long white legs were exposed.
She was serving drinks at the mont.
The custor asked her to pour drinks, and she did so with a smile.
The man looked at her lecherously, placing his hand on her waist.
The woman’s hand stiffened, but she didn’t move, continuing to pour the drinks.
Frost gripped his cup tightly.
His eyes emitted a strong anger.
What was she doing?
Being groped but indifferent?
Could she turn a blind eye to anything for money?
Over there.
Lily Johnson cursed the man groping her in her heart, but her face couldn’t show it.
As a little server, she was used to this kind of behavior.
As long as it didn’t go too far, she could turn a blind eye.
After all, working in a place like this, tolerance was sothing she had to keep in mind.
"Miss, you’re doing a good job. Co over; I’ll treat you to a couple of drinks before you go."
The man applied so force, pulling Lily onto his lap, his large hands moving erratically.
Lily’s smile could no longer be maintained.
Just as she was wondering how to get rid of the man, her wrist was suddenly gripped, and she was pulled up.
Startled, Lily turned to see Frost Moore’s icy eyes.
What was he doing here?
Lily’s heart skipped a beat, feeling slightly guilty.
It was as if she had been caught by her boyfriend.
"Mister Frost."
Seeing her docile appearance, Frost tightened his grip on her hand a bit more.
He couldn’t tell if he was more angry or frustrated.
"Hey, who are you? How dare you take my woman?"
The man noticed Frost Moore’s sudden appearance trying to take Lily and slapped the table, rising to shout.
Frost gave him a glance, coldly curling his lips, "Are you sure she’s your woman?"
"She’s the woman I fancy. What, you want to steal her from ?"
The man roughly pulled Lily to his side, lifting his chin defiantly.
Frost looked at Lily, "Lily Johnson, do you want to go with him?"
Lily was struggling, but hearing this, she quickly shook her head, "I don’t want to."
"Did you hear that? Let her go." Frost said coldly.
"Hey, who are you to act all big in front of ? Today she’s the one I fancy. Dare to try and take her?"
The man scoffed, and soon several bodyguards approached.
Frost coldly curled his lips, stepping closer to the man, "Are you sure you won’t let go?"
"I said, she’s the woman I fancy, don’t you understand? Ow, ow, why can’t I move?"
The man continued to curse, but suddenly his expression changed, standing frozen.
The silver needle in Frost’s hand flashed briefly in the light.
He curled his lips slightly, pulling Lily to his side, and turned to leave.
"Don’t leave! What did you do to ?"
The man looked panicked, trying to chase after them but unable to move.
His bodyguards quickly went over to support him.
Frost chuckled lightly, "Relax, I just immobilized you for a bit. You’ll be free to move in half an hour."
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