Chapter 242 “Okay.” Edmund looked at them again. “None of you are allowed to order alcohol.” Blondie
and the others immediately froze. “Huh?” How could they come to this kind of place and not drink
booze?..
It was so meaningless. The people looked at Edmund pitifully.
However, Edmund merely gave them a cold look.
The men had no choice but to simply order some juice. Sylvia was a little stunned. She thought about it
and said, “Edmund, you guys can drink if you want. Don‘t mind me.” “That won‘t do. They‘re the type to
go wild if they drink.” Sylvia pursed her lips at the words. Although they did not drink, they started to
smoke before long. Sylvia could not stand the strong smell of smoke and quickly frowned At this time,
Edmund also threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground and shouted to them, “Put out all your cigs.
No more smoking.” Grasshead was aggrieved. “Mr. Price, we can‘t drink, and we can‘t smoke either?”
Edmund glared at him and raised his finger to point at the wall. “Don‘t you see the no smoking sign
here?” There was a no–smoking sign on the wall.
Grasshead closed his mouth.
Blondie and the others also sullenly put out their cigarettes. They thought, ‘Mr. Price, you also smoked
a few sticks yourself.’ However, with the good food that was served, they soon forgot about this. They
ate while chatting and gossiping. Sylvia could not help but glance at Edmund. ‘Did he tell them not to
smoke because he knew that I don‘t like smelling smoke?
‘In any case, he‘s indeed kinder than I thought. He‘s like a brash but kind college senior.‘
Sylvia immediately let down her guard and became a lot more comfortable with eating.
After the meal was finished, she walked outside with them.
When they were about to walk out of the restaurant, Sylvia smiled and said to him, “Thanks for dinner,
Edmund.”
“Don‘t mention it,” he said. Then, he narrowed his eyes at her.
It looked a bit evil. Sylvia froze and was about to step back when she heard himn say, “I heard you‘re a
famous painter.” She stiffened and asked, “Yeah, what about it?” Edmund raised his hand to rub his
head, smiling. “I also like collecting paintings. If you host an art exhibition in the future, can you invite
me as well?”
Sylvia did not expect him to like collecting, so she immediately dropped her guard and smiled back at
him. “Sure.” They walked out of the restaurant as they talked. Edmund continued, “Lil Syl, let me send
you home.”
“No need. I have a car.” ! She asked Tom to give her a ride just in case. However, it was obvious that
he had no ill will toward her. They quickly arrived at the parking lot. After saying their goodbyes, Sylvia
parted from them. As soon as she left, Grasshead scratched his head and asked suspiciously, “Mr.
Price, when did you get into collecting? Didn‘t you say that stuff was something only fools love to do?”
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Blondie slapped him on the head. “Are you dumb? Mr. Price is just saying that to be closer to Ms.
Ross.” Edmund ignored them. After watching Sylvia get into her car, he smiled and turned around to
walk toward his car.
Blondie and Grasshead doggedly followed him. Unbeknownst to them, a black sports car was parked
not far away. The man in the driver‘s seat watched them since they came out of Elysian House,
laughing and joking. The surrounding light was dim. In the driver‘s seat, the man‘s face mingled with
the darkness of the night, cold and frightening. In the passenger seat, Tara saw Edmund and the others
leave and called softly, “odell?”
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