"Nothing. I'm just asking." Roy knew a little about what was going on, but he also knew Kevin's temper.
As long as Kevin didn't go along with what other people said, nothing else mattered.
Kevin looked at him coldly. "I actually believe she has something to do with it."
He was convinced that Anne was capable of anything. He had planned to give her a chance to redeem
herself but she even screwed that up. He was so disappointed with her.
Roy raised his eyebrows and nodded.
Well, he really didn't need to say anything now. Kevin was stubborn. It was useless to try and convince
him.
"Would you like to go out for drinks?"
Kevin replied calmly, "Whatever. Where?"
"'Saints' Bar? Coming?" Roy stood up. "Sure. Eight o'clock okay?"
Kevin showed up on time. Roy knew Kevin didn't like noisy and crowded places, so he booked a
private room.
At the same time, Roy also invited some of their buddies along. The more the merrier.
When Kevin entered the room, the room fell silent. All eyes were on him.
They had no choice. He was the main guy, the whole reason for this outing. If he hadn't come, no one
else wanted to be "it."
"Kevin's here!"
The guests cheered and shouted as all the tension drained from the room.
Kevin sat down next to Roy. Roy opened a bottle of beer and pushed it along the table until it sat in
front of Kevin. "Want a drink?"
"Actually, I'm not in the mood for beer. Get me a bottle of champagne. Moet & Chandon, if you have it."
Kevin had a discerning palate. He didn't always like beer, and only drank champagne on special
occasions.
Roy nodded and snapped his fingers. A waiter immediately came forward and poured around for the
guests.
The golden liquid slowly rose in the transparent goblets. The bubbles popped one by one until Kevin
emptied the glass.
"That was fast! What's the rush?"
Unlike other bars, "Saints" Bar was exclusive to high-end people. The service was top notch from start
to finish. The vibe was fantastic, and the aroma of alcohol reached every nostril. The music played at
just the right volume. Some people could be put off by the long lines, but these esteemed guests did
not need to wait at all.
The lighting was never harsh, so anyone wanting to dance could do so whenever they wanted.
The room was big enough to hold a party of ten celebrities, and often did. Celebrities loved going there
to rub elbows with other elites. But that night, only five people were invited, including Roy himself and
Kevin, five in total.
"Aren't we here to drink?"
Kevin didn't want to talk a lot. He just wanted to drown his sorrows. He was restless and out of sorts,
and a few rounds were just what he needed to calm down.
"Worried about my sister-in-law?"
Roy knew that Kevin must be bothered by this, or this normally calm man wouldn't have drunk so
much. It had been many years since they'd seen each other, but Roy had never seen him drink so
hard.
"Do me a favor, and don't bring her up again, okay?" He wasn't worried, but rather cursing her name
right now. He hated her for letting him down again and again. He had tried to be patient, to take things
as they came, but she was so impatient. She disappointed him again and again.
Roy nodded. "I know, I know. Don't talk about her. Fine. Bottom's up!"
After drinking one glass after another, Kevin couldn't drink any more. At that moment, Roy knew it was
time to call Kevin's girlfriend.
By the time Cherry arrived, there were only two people left, Roy and Kevin.
Seeing Cherry, Roy immediately raised his head and said, "Now that you're here, I'll leave him to you."
Roy had put away more than a few drinks, but compared to Kevin, he was still the sober one.
Because Kevin was completely hammered.
As soon as Roy called her, Cherry rushed over.
"Why would he drink like this?" She had originally planned to go to the hospital to check on Ruth. The
last time she checked, Ruth was still in a coma.
She sat beside Kevin, trying to help him up. But he seemed to be so drunk that he couldn't even keep
his feet.
"Something's bugging him, which is why he drank so much. I'm headed out. Have fun!"
Roy waved at Cherry and staggered out the door.
Cherry frowned. She took a long look at Kevin, and she felt bitter inside.
Kevin had never been this liquored up before. Something must have happened. Was it because of
Anne?
"What's wrong with you?" Cherry draped one of Kevin's arms around her shoulders. It took all her
strength to support him. "Why did you drink so much?"
"Oh, there you are!" Struggling to straighten up, Kevin stared at the woman in front of him and frowned.
"Why are you here? Did Roy invite you? Where is he?"
At least he still recognized her. That was promising. "Roy left," Cherry sighed. "I told you he was a bad
influence on you. You're a mess, Kevin. What did he do to you?"
Then Cherry moved forward, trying to help him out the door, but he didn't want to go anywhere.
"Come on. Let's go home."
"No. I'm not drunk enough."
Kevin shook off Cherry's hand and steadied himself, palms flat on the table. He clearly wasn't done
drinking.
Cherry was angry. She grabbed his arm and said angrily, "Tell me what's going on! Is it Anne?"
"How is that possible?" Kevin chuckled. "I wouldn't be drinking 'cause of you. Don't overthink it."
"What? Me? What are you talking about?" Cherry didn't like Kevin's crazy look. She looked at the man
next to her and stamped her feet with anger. "Kevin, why did you drink?"
"I don't know." Kevin shook his head and sobered up a little. The blurred figures in front of him finally
overlapped. "Why are you here, Cherry?"
"I'm serious. Who do you think I am?"
Cherry looked at Kevin angrily. She bit her lips and knew that she needed to grin and bear it. After all,
as far as Kevin knew, she'd always been considerate.
"Kevin, let's go home."
She turned around, took his coat and helped him out.
It took Kevin a long time to stand up straight. He put all his weight on Cherry, and his vision was blurry.
"Why did you do it?"
When he spoke, Cherry froze.
"Tell me, why did you do it?"
His tone was extremely cold, but there seemed to be some sadness in it.
Cherry frowned. "What are you talking about?"
"Why did you push Ruth down the stairs?"
He started speaking more clearly. Cherry's heart beat faster and faster, and cold sweat dripped down
her back.
"I don't understand."
Cherry began to get nervous. She didn't know what Kevin meant. Did he already know she pushed
Ruth down the stairs? So maybe that was why he came here to drink? Was he trying to forget?
She still didn't dare admit it and face herself. Ruth probably would have been okay if Cherry hadn't
tripped her. She put her feet in the way and Ruth tumbled down the stairs.
But why did Kevin know this when no one saw her?
"Are you still pretending?" Kevin sneered. He shook his body and pointed his index finger at Cherry's
sweating face. "You're such a vicious woman. Why did you do that? Why would you do something like
that?"
Cherry couldn't help trembling. Seeing that Kevin was so serious, she almost admitted it.
"Anne! You are so stubborn!"
As soon as Kevin finished his last sentence, he fell onto the sofa, and his eyes closed. Cherry was
relieved. It turned out that he was not talking about her, but about Anne instead.
The mood in Ruth's ward was oppressive. She lay in the bed, eyes closed, not stirring at all.
Linda sat at her bedside. Her eyes were red and swollen, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Staring at Ruth in the bed, Craig also wiped tears from his eyes.
"Alan, you have to seek justice for your sister!" After crying, Linda looked up at Alan, who stood by the
window.
Ruth always studied abroad, and Alan seldom saw her. But he loved his sister very much.
He'd take time out to visit her during holidays. They had formed a deep bond.
Then when Ruth finally came home, this happened. And somehow Anne was in the thick of it.
Alan was committed to finding her, and getting revenge for his sister.
Clenching his fists, Alan turned around and said, "Mom, don't worry. She won't be happy when I get to
her!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he took out his phone and dialed a number.
On the top floor of Sun Group, Alan stood against the wind. He had been on the rooftop for a long time.
As he looked down at the buildings of the whole city, a bloodthirsty smile spread across his face.
His thoughts were interrupted by the voice of his secretary. "Boss, the person you're looking for is
here."
Alan didn't turn around, but said softly, "Okay, I know. Let him come up."
"Mr. Alan."
It was a man's voice, dull and flat. Alan finally turned around and looked at him. "You're finally here."
"Yes. I heard you want to get rid of someone. Do you have the information I requested?"
He had a nondescript face hidden under a huge hat. From Alan's vantage point, all he could see were
tightly-pursed lips.
"Yes, all the information is here." Alan held a manila envelope behind his back. He handed it to the
nondescript man.
The man raised his hand and took the document.
Casting a sidelong glance at Alan, the man opened the envelope and took a photo from it. He frowned
when he first saw it.
"This woman looks familiar."
Yes, Anne was very famous. She was Kevin's wife. Although Kevin didn't love her, she was still a
member of the Fu Family. No one would mess with her without a good reason.
"Yes, she is Kevin's wife, Anne Luo."
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