Chapter 81
Alexander looked down at her from above, "What kind of deal?"
Lila fell silent.
She knew he was a smart man. Playing dumb like this was just his way of refusing to answer her question.
The bell rang—the elevator had arrived.
Lila followed Alexander out of the elevator.
After a few steps, Alexander stopped in front of a private room, pressed down the handle, and pushed open the door.
Two men were sitting inside the room.
Lila recognized one of them—it was John.
The other was a stranger she didn't know.
"Oh, why'd you bring the little white rabbit along? Is she drinking with us too?"
"Since when does a driver get to sit and drink with you?"
"That's a boring thing to say. The little white rabbit isn't just anyone—she's your wife, not some ordinary driver."
Alexander said coldly, "A driver's job is to drive people around, not to drink."
The other unfamiliar man had been smoking. Hearing their conversation, he removed the cigarette from his lips, flicked off the ash, and glanced at Alexander, "Last time I heard from Grandma that you got married, I thought it was some new tactic."
Alexander didn't respond. He found a seat and sat down, not even glancing at Lila, completely ignoring whether she felt awkward in this kind of place.
It was John who took the initiative to talk to her, "Little white rabbit hasn't met Charles yet, right? He, me, and Alex—the three of us grew up together."
Lila nodded and smiled politely at the man, "Hello, I'm Lila."
The man nodded at her, "Charles Lascelles."
Seeing her smile at Charles, Alexander frowned slightly and snapped coldly, "Why are you just standing there? Come here!"
Lila silently walked over to him and sat down.
John chuckled and looked at her, "These are all alcoholic drinks. Little white rabbit, what would you like? I'll have someone bring it."
"Don't worry about me, you guys just drink."
"How could we not?"
With that, John made a call. When it connected, he said, "Have someone bring some juice over, non-alcoholic."
After hanging up, he looked at Alexander, "Why'd you bring the little white rabbit to a place like this? Are you showing off that you have a wife, or do you want to introduce her to Charles?"
"Does a driver need a special introduction?"
"Then what do you mean?"
Alexander pulled out a cigarette from his pocket. As he lowered his head to light it, his eyes glanced sideways at Lila, and he said casually, "If we drink too much later, she can drive you guys home."
Hearing this, Lila's expression changed.
She was a driver, yes, but she was still a woman. Having her drive his male friends home late at night—what was that supposed to mean!
Even John couldn't stand it and pressed him, "Are you serious?"
"When have I ever joked with you?"
"Having a woman drive three men home late at night—if you're not embarrassed, I am."
Just then, someone knocked on the door of the private room.
"Come in," John called out.
The door opened, and Lila glanced over out of boredom.
The person delivering drinks was a young woman who looked about her age.
Maybe it was a woman's sixth sense, but Lila noticed that after she pushed open the door and saw who was sitting in the room, she gave Lila an unfriendly once-over, and ripples appeared in her previously calm eyes.
After that, she kept staring at Alexander. Even when she came over to ask a question, she was looking at him, "Mr. Sinclair, is the juice for the lady beside you?"
Hearing her call Alexander "Mr. Sinclair," Lila realized they knew each other.
So, what was their relationship?