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Chapter 234

“Yes, it’s already late. We should leave. Our children are waiting at home.”

After saying this, the others left one after another.

Aurelia stepped forward and asked, “Millie, is this really what you want?”

Millie turned her face away with disdain. She refused to look at Aurelia, making her intentions clear.

Aurelia didn’t press further and glanced at Leslie beside her. “Let’s go.”

“Okay.”

Leslie and Aurelia left the Jeshelian restaurant. Since Leslie was drunk, they had to stand by the

roadside and wait for the driver.

Aurelia was puzzled. “Mr. Synder, I remember that you were passed out drunk. How did you suddenly

appear there?”

“I knew that something was off after the first sip. Since your department is full of mostly women, he

clearly had ulterior motives in bringing such strong alcohol.

“Earlier, he and Kimberly kept urging everyone to drink, so I pretended to be drunk to see what they

were up to.”

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“Then, why did my colleagues come with you?” Aurelia asked.

“I pretended to act crazy due to the alcohol. They were afraid that I would cause trouble, so they

followed me out. They just happened to be your witnesses,” Leslie explained in a serious tone.

“You… had even thought of that? So… you believe that I wouldn’t seduce Jackson, right?” Aurelia’s

heart skipped a beat as she looked at Leslie.

Leslie felt slightly embarrassed under her gaze and cleared his throat. “Yes.”

His voice was low, but it was one of the most pleasant voices Aurelia had ever heard.

Just then, the driver arrived. Leslie informed the driver of their destination before getting into the car

with Aurelia.

In the silence that followed, Aurelia remained a little shaken as she looked out of the car window.

“What’s wrong? Are you worried about Millie?” Leslie asked.

“No. I’ve given her my advice. if she doesn’t want to listen to it, it’s not my

concern anymore.”

Aurelia frowned at him and continued awkwardly, “I kicked Jackson in the groin, and you threw him at

the door. He wouldn’t hunt us down, right?”

Leslie raised an eyebrow. “Watch fewer TV dramas. The Morrison family isn’t worth much. They don’t

even touch the edges of high society.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

She recalled how Jackson had spent a fortune just to target her. She couldn’t imagine how the true

elites of society would behave.

That world felt as distant as a different planet.

“People can be good or bad, regardless of their status. If Jackson’s father was smart, he would tie

Jackson up at home now to prevent him from affecting the family’s business. But the Morrison family

won’t last long anyway.”

Leslie’s tone was cold as he spoke.

Aurelia looked at him. She tilted her head, feeling slightly hesitant.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Why does it sound like you know these people really well?” she asked.

“I heard about them from others.”

“Alright.” She didn’t question further and turned to stare outside the window.

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Her silence made Leslie curious.

He could tell that she had been terrified earlier, and her fingers had turned red from her clenching her

fists. Yet, she maintained a calm expression and tone so that the others wouldn’t worry.

A woman like that made him want to protect her.

Soon, he was shocked by his own thoughts.

They didn’t talk throughout the ride, until Aurelia realized that they weren’t heading home.

“Mr. Synder, where are we going?”

“There’s nothing special about Jeshelian cuisine. Let’s eat somewhere else.”

Just then, the car stopped. They entered a restaurant and ordered several filling dishes.

Aurelia was enjoying her meal when she noticed that Leslie was staring at her. She immediately wiped

her mouth, feeling a little embarrassed.

“I didn’t eat much just now,” she explained.

He nodded. “Do you still want another plate of pasta?”

Aurelia blushed.

She had already eaten a bowl of noodles at the Jeshelian restaurant. And now she had eaten another

plate of noodles.

If she ate any more, Leslie would think that she was a glutton.

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