Chapter 533:
Later that night, at a dimly lit bar, Ralphy gazed at Dylan, baffled. “You haven’t even fully recovered. Why on earth would you drag me out for drinks?” Ralphy took a seat beside Dylan, who already had a few empty glasses in front of him. He frowned as he noticed the slight haze in Dylan’s eyes.
“You drinking or not?” Dylan asked, his voice cool as he turned toward Ralphy with a hard stare.
“I’ll drink. But you shouldn’t.” Ralphy reached over and grabbed Dylan’s wrist to stop him from lifting the glass again. “King operated on you for hours just to snatch you from the jaws of death. Don’t you value your life at all?”
Dylan pressed his thin lips tightly together, gently pushed Ralphy’s hand away, and took a hard swig of his drink.
Ralphy narrowed his eyes. “Alright. What is it? What’s bothering you?”
But Dylan didn’t answer the question. Instead, he asked flatly, “What’s going on with the Dawson Group?”
“The Dawson Group took a hard hit, but the crisis is over now,” Ralphy said calmly.
“The crisis was orchestrated by her. If she wanted to, things could have been much worse for the Dawson Group,” Dylan replied, swirling his wine glass slowly.
“You mean Christina?” Ralphy blinked in surprise. He was aware that someone had targeted the Dawson Group, but he hadn’t expected it to be Christina.
“Yes.” Dylan’s eyes darkened, full of emotion. Yolanda had accused Christina of being deeply in love with Brendon twice, yet Christina never denied it. And now, Christina had let Brendon off the hook so easily. That could only mean one thing—she still cared about him. Even after everything he had put her through, she still had feelings for that scoundrel. Why?
“But what does this have to do with you? Why are you drinking yourself into a stupor?” Ralphy asked, puzzled.
“She still loves Brendon,” Dylan muttered.
And just like that, Ralphy understood what Dylan’s earlier questions meant. If Christina no longer had feelings for Brendon, she wouldn’t have let him walk away so easily. She still cared. That much was clear.
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“Then pull yourself together and win her over,” Ralphy urged.
Dylan looked at him with a heavy sigh. “And how can I win her over when she doesn’t have any feelings for me?”
“Even if she has no feelings for you now, work your way into her heart!” Ralphy said firmly.
Dylan finally put down his glass. “And how exactly am I supposed to do that?”
Ralphy paused and then patted his chest with a grin. “Simple. I’ll help you.”
“You?” Dylan looked him over, clearly skeptical.
“What’s with that look? Don’t underestimate me. I’m a love expert,” Ralphy declared proudly.
“You’ve never even had a real girlfriend. How reliable are your methods?” Dylan shot back, doubtful.
“It’s up to you whether to believe me.” Ralphy took a long sip of wine.
“Alright, tell me your plan,” Dylan said. He didn’t trust Ralphy’s tactics completely, but he was willing to try. He would make every possible effort to win Christina’s heart.
“After all, he was a novice when it came to love—especially compared to Ralphy.”
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