Chapter 119
Lila was still trying to figure out how to describe that feeling when she heard Mr. Mason speak up, "Mr. Sinclair, that drink is for the driver lady. Why did you take it?"
Everyone heard a loud crash.
Almost the moment Mr. Mason finished speaking, Alexander smashed the glass on the floor. The harsh sound of glass shattering against marble tiles echoed throughout the entire private room.
Lila jumped in shock.
She looked at Alexander and felt the temperature around him drop sharply in that instant, cold enough to freeze the air itself.
Mr. Mason's face changed on the spot. All the lustful thoughts he'd had toward Lila vanished in an instant. He stammered as he looked at Alexander, "Mr. Sinclair, what... what do you mean by this?"
Alexander's thin lips pressed tightly together. He didn't even look directly at Mr. Mason, only glancing at him from the corner of his eye. His arrogant and indifferent voice was chillingly cold, "She said she's not drinking. Are you deaf?"
Mr. Mason stood frozen, seemingly unable to figure out what was happening.
The others present didn't dare to breathe.
This silence lasted for who knows how long before Alexander stood up from his chair, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, "You want to work with the Sinclair Group on projects? Fine. But what I value isn't just what kind of companies you run."
Leaving it at that, he looked at Mr. Erik, "Mr. Erik, please send me the final list of partner companies. I'll make the final decisions based on the details."
Everyone present was a shrewd businessman. When Alexander said this, they naturally understood.
Mr. Erik immediately responded, "Yes, Mr. Sinclair, don't worry."
Alexander nodded at him politely, then, in front of everyone, extended his hand toward Lila, "Mrs. Sinclair, aren't you leaving?"
The moment the title "Mrs. Sinclair" came out, Mr. Mason lost his balance and fell off his stool.
Mr. Erik and everyone else present had various expressions on their faces—looks that were even more dramatic than if they'd seen a ghost.
Lila's eyes widened involuntarily.
He actually called her Mrs. Sinclair, in front of all these people?
Hadn't he told her not to present herself as Mrs. Sinclair?
Lila didn't continue that train of thought and quickly reached out to place her hand in his palm.
The moment she touched Alexander's warm, large hand, she felt her heart, which had nearly gone cold earlier, instantly warm up because of this hand-holding.
After the two left, Mr. Mason sat on the floor, his body trembling with fear.
Mrs. Sinclair?
Alexander's driver was actually his wife?
What had he just done?
His company was finished!
Lila was led by Alexander out of the private room and then out of the hotel.
She looked at their clasped hands, then looked up at his profile, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated without warning.
Just now in the private room, he had directly given Mr. Mason no face at all and even smashed a glass in anger.
Was all of this because of her?
It wasn't that Lila had never seen Alexander angry before, but smashing things in anger—this was her first time seeing it. Now, thinking back to how he looked in the private room just now, with that terrifying expression and cold eyes like a king of the night, with that powerful and frightening presence, she actually found it really attractive, really masculine.
He had even asked Mr. Mason,
"She said she's not drinking. Are you deaf?"
When he said that, Alexander's expression was clearly calm, but his tone was exceptionally cold. He displayed his noble bearing to the fullest.
After leaving the hotel, they reached the car.
Alexander opened the driver's side door and lifted his chin toward Lila, "Get in."
She looked at him but didn't move.