Chapter 419:
The clatter of the phone hitting the table startled Alan awake. He sat up slowly, blinking in confusion, clearly unsure of where he was.
Kristian stayed composed, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “You’re awake?”
“Who’re you?” Alan frowned, his head still spinning.
Kristian took a slow sip of water. “Kristian Shaw.”
“Kristian Shaw?” Still drunk, Alan muttered the name before suddenly leaping to his feet. “I know who you are!”
Kristian raised an eyebrow. This was not how he expected the president of Briggs Group to behave when drunk.
He calmly set down his glass and locked eyes with the unsteady man. “What exactly do you know?”
“You’re Mina’s ex-husband!” Alan jabbed a finger at him, his face flushed and his words slightly slurred.
Kristian’s face darkened a shade.
There it was again—ex-husband.
“Tell me! Why’d you bring me to your place?” Alan barked, his tone heated. “Trying to use me to get to Mina?”
Kristian stared at him in silence.
But Alan, caught in his own dramatic spiral, kept going. “Just so you know—I’d rather die than let you manipulate me into hurting Mina!”
Kristian reached for his phone, fully intending to call Gerard and have him come drag this man out of his house.
Now he regretted it. What on earth had possessed him to bring Alan here on a whim in the first place?
𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮 → 𝓰ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒𝓬𝓸𝓶
“What are you doing?” Alan demanded, yanking the phone from him. His drunken mind was spinning with suspicion. “You better not be threatening Mina!”
Kristian replied smoothly, without flinching, “I was going to order something for your hangover.”
“Hah.”
Alan let out a cold laugh.
“Hangover remedy? Don’t think I don’t know you poisoned me! You think that’s enough to take me down? I’ll get it out of my system myself!”
With that, he plopped onto the floor cross-legged and began his bizarre version of self-detox.
Kristian was dumbfounded.
Taking advantage of the moment, Kristian grabbed his phone again, unlocked it, and scrolled to his contacts.
But before he could make the call, it was snatched out of his hands once more.
Alan, now oddly emboldened, held the phone high like some kind of hero in a fantasy flick. “You thought you could use the time I was purging the poison to call Mina? Dream on!”
Then, out of nowhere, something completely unexpected happened.
Alan hurled the phone to the floor with shocking force.
In an instant, Kristian’s phone shattered.
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