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Chapter 2

Great, he didn't believe Alice; he just believed in his financial capability!

Alice turned her head away, unwilling to communicate further.

David found it amusing. His long fingers pinched Alice's cheek, finally touching her delicate skin. He couldn't help but poke her face again.

"Don't be upset. You did get into a fight," he said.

She was speechless and didn't even bother to argue.

Alice slapped David's hand away, not wanting to talk to him anymore.

Alice had a fiery temper, and David was willing to humor her.

He chuckled, packed up the medical kit, and reminded her, "Don't let the wound get wet. I have a business meeting later, so I won't be joining you for dinner. Order whatever you want from the hotel, and get some rest. I'll be back late."

Alice pouted and mumbled, "I'm not a kid. Besides... we have an engagement. What kind of fiancé doesn't believe his fiancée?"

David smiled and left. Actually, he never took the engagement seriously.

If the marriage alliance had been with the Bailey family's eldest daughter, Celeste Bailey, he might have tried to break it off, even if it meant offending Mr. Bailey. He wouldn't ruin his future.

But since the engagement was with the much younger Alice, he didn't care.

Not long after, David changed his clothes and left. The large villa became empty. Alice lay on the table, listening to the ticking clock, and the sound amplified.

Glancing at the money on the table, Alice took out her phone to order food.

Living here was great. She could eat whatever she wanted, play whatever she wanted, and the room was decorated better than her room at the Bailey family home, without any restrictions.

But it was too quiet.

At the Bailey family home, although she was scolded by others, at least it wasn't so quiet. In such a quiet environment, she tended to overthink, imagining scenarios she least wanted to face.

The food arrived, and Alice carried the meal box upstairs.

David had someone carefully decorate her room, making it appealing to any girl.

There were soft carpets, warm tones, a wardrobe full of clothes, and decorations on the walls.

Alice sat in the chair for a long time, then took out her phone to send a message.

Alice: [Do you know where Clara is?]

A few minutes later, a new message arrived.

Simon Williams: [What do you want to do?]

Alice: [She cursed my grandpa today. I don't think I taught her enough of a lesson.]

Simon: [Damn! Wait, I'll have someone find her.]

While waiting for a response, Alice finished her dinner.

Just as she finished eating, a message came in.

Simon: [Found her. I'll send you the address...]

Half an hour later, Alice, dressed in leather pants and studded boots, arrived at the bar entrance.

Simon, in a white shirt, had one hand in his pocket and the other scrolling through his phone, frowning and occasionally glancing down the street.

Alice walked over and patted Simon's shoulder.

He turned around to see a heavily made-up face. Even someone without a heart disease would be scared into one.

Simon patted his chest, catching his breath, "My God, your look is getting weirder. Is it really necessary for a fight?"

Alice touched her face and nodded seriously, "Yes, David just lectured me. I can't cause trouble for a while."

Simon chuckled and led Alice into the bar.

The bar was poppin'—music blaring, lights flashing, folks gettin' down on the dance floor, waiters hustling drinks, and shady stuff goin' down in the corners. Just another night out.

"In private room K105," Simon told Alice. "Clara's in there with her crew and some rough dude who's been all over her. You sure you wanna handle this solo? Need backup?"

Alice weaved through the crowd, gave Simon a once-over, and smirked. "You tryna get noticed or what? Dressed like that for a fight, tomorrow's headline will be 'Mr. Williams from the Williams family threw down with chicks in a bar.'"

Simon rolled his eyes. Sometimes he thought Alice should've gone into journalism instead of computer science. She was so good at getting a title.

At the door to the private room, Simon grabbed Alice's arm, hesitated, and said, "How 'bout I get you some muscle? It'll be quick! Ten minutes... no, five!"

Alice shook him off, cracked her knuckles, and said coldly, "Nope, can't wait another second."

She pushed the door open and walked in. Simon peeked through the door, keeping an eye on things.

Inside, there was just one dude, the rough guy hitting on Clara. But Clara had a bunch of girlfriends with her.

As soon as Alice walked in, Clara, who'd been laughing with her friends, stood up and pointed at Alice, yelling, "Alice, you got the nerve to come here!"

Remembering that phone call, Clara was fuming. She'd always been the princess of her family. Her dad, though always busy with work, had never yelled at her!

But thanks to Alice, she got chewed out by her dad for the first time. If her mom hadn't stepped in, her dad might've even slapped her!

All because of Alice. Otherwise, her doting dad would've never scolded her.

Alice crossed her arms, looking calm. Hearing Clara's words, she smirked, "Why wouldn't I come?"

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