Chapter 64 Where Did She Get the Money
Grace froze.
She bit her lower lip hard, tears welling up in her eyes, but she didn't dare let them fall.
In all these years, when had Alex ever spoken to her like this?
"I... I just..." Grace's face was full of grievance. "Alex, don't you trust me? Our relationship is right here. Are you saying everything you told me before was fake?"
Alex's expression was cold and dark.
Rachel sneered. "Quite good at changing the subject. So you've been putting on this whole show yourself from start to finish? Are you that bored, or are you that desperate for attention?"
The other friends in the private room also changed their expressions. "I actually thought she was really going to marry into the Baker family."
"Turns out it was all an act."
Grace's face turned pale and flushed alternately. She wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
Her eyes were teary and vulnerable. "Alex... don't be mean to me, okay? I... I'm not feeling well. The baby can't handle this kind of environment. Take me home and I'll explain everything slowly, okay?"
As she spoke, her fingers slowly grasped the corner of the man's clothes.
Alex's brow didn't move, his tone cold without a trace of warmth. "Leave on your own."
Those three simple words completely stunned Grace.
The expression on her face nearly cracked.
He wasn't even willing to take her home?
Grace stood frozen in place, the various looks from those around her making her feel utterly humiliated.
The atmosphere in the private room was awkward.
Alex held his wine glass, eyes narrowed slightly.
He saw Matthew standing protectively beside Emily, the two of them even wearing similar colored clothes.
"Ha. Mr. Moore seems quite free lately, always showing up to help out everywhere."
Matthew said, "Mr. Baker, you're being too kind. This is what I should do. The same goes for Mr. Baker and Miss Miller, though you must be more tired, since Miss Miller is... pregnant."
The pressure around Alex suddenly dropped.
Seeing this, Rachel stepped forward in her high heels. "Today is Emmie's farewell party. Don't let certain people ruin the mood. Oh, and everyone, please don't spread the word about Miss Miller privately posting on social media. It's so embarrassing."
Pfft—
Someone in the private room laughed first.
Emily didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Her best friend's tongue was truly vicious.
Nearby, Grace trembled with anger, standing there in complete embarrassment.
Suddenly, a figure stood up.
The man casually raised his glass. "Emmie's going abroad soon. Tonight's bill is on me! Everyone enjoy yourselves."
Then his gaze fell on Grace. "But Miss Miller came on her own, so you can settle your own bill. I like spending money, but I don't support freeloaders, and I definitely don't support drama queens. Though the prices here aren't that high—that drink you just had only costs a few tens of thousands of dollars."
Instantly, the color drained from Grace's face.
That... that expensive?
She didn't have that kind of money!
Her usual expenses all depended on what Alex gave her. She'd already spent everything on bags and jewelry. Forget about settling the club's high bills—if she didn't pay, wouldn't she lose face in front of that bitch Emily?
After taking several deep breaths, Grace quickly reached out to pull Alex's sleeve, her voice sweet. "Alex, I left in a hurry and didn't bring my card. Can you help me out? I'll pay you back when we get home."
Alex's brow furrowed slightly. Just as he was about to speak, Rachel beat him to it.
Her voice wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly. "Oh my god, does Miss Miller not have money?"
Grace's palms clenched tight as she forced a smile. "How... how could that be? I just forgot to bring my card."
Rachel nodded in agreement. "Right, that's what I thought. After all, you paid 3 million before, personally asking Emmie to design your wedding ring. If you can afford 3 million dollars, how could you not afford this little club bill?"
Hiss...
The other friends nearby widened their eyes in shock. "3 million dollars just to buy Emmie's design? Miss Miller is really rich."
Matthew's face also darkened, his eyes full of displeasure.
She used 3 million dollars to brush off Emmie?
Matthew laughed coldly. "As far as I know, Miss Miller doesn't currently have a job. Coming back from abroad, you certainly have confidence. Mr. Baker has good taste."
Suddenly, Alex's eyes narrowed. "You gave her 3 million dollars?"
Grace's face went white for a moment. She forced a smile. "Miss Johnson's design is worth that price. Alex, you don't think it's too expensive, do you?"
Dark emotions churned in Alex's eyes.
3 million dollars could make Emily design a wedding ring for him and someone else!
She just gave him away like that?
A surge of irritation rose up. Without another word, he got up and left.
Emily looked at Grace unhurriedly. "Miss Miller should settle the bill first. That way you can hurry out and chase after Alex."
Grace's expression cracked.
She couldn't afford the high prices here at all. What was she supposed to pay with?
Rachel laughed coldly. "Looks like Miss Miller wants to drink some more. Well, let's not disturb her. Let's just go eat. So boring—there are flies everywhere we go."
With that, she pulled Emily away from the club, and Matthew and the others naturally followed.
Their cars were all in the underground garage. The elevator went straight down.
Emily hadn't said much from beginning to end.
Those sharp, cold eyes flashed through her mind, the man's words still seeming to echo in her ears...
At this moment.
Alex's gaze swept across the garage, but he didn't see Emily.
The white Pagani's tire marks had long since disappeared into the neon lights.
She left with Matthew... already gone.
Alex's slender fingers gradually clenched.
Bang!
He punched the steering wheel.
"Well, well, what's Mr. Baker so angry about?"
Suddenly, a teasing voice came through.
It was that casual playboy from the private room earlier, also a mutual friend of his and Emily's.
The man leaned against his sports car, grinning mischievously. "She's about to go abroad, and you're still putting on that broken CEO act. In the future... tsk tsk tsk. You'll only be able to watch her paired up with someone else."
Dark emotions churned in Alex's eyes. "Is your family's company too idle?"
The man pouted. "Fine, I'm heading to Emmie's farewell party first. See you later, Mr. Baker."
With that, he grinned, stepped on the gas, and sped off.
The garage was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Whenever he closed his eyes, all he could see was Emily's cold face.
Alex loosened his tie, feeling irritated, and immediately drove back to the company.
A message from his assistant still appeared on the screen: Mr. Baker, Johnson Corporation is also involved in this project. Should we yield some benefits?
The scenery on both sides flew past the window. Alex's thin lips curved slightly.
The next morning, at the Johnson family home.
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the dining room.
Emily, wearing loose home clothes, slowly walked downstairs.
Her belly now had a visible curve, though it was hidden by her home clothes.