"No," she said lightly. "I just wanted to show you what 'if you're rich enough, you can do whatever you want' means. By the way, I wouldn't forgive you even if you got down on your knees and apologized."
"You!" He was so irritated that he almost vomited blood. He snorted and ran after Patty. Coming to the door, Patty, who saw him, got angrier.
She raised her hand and slapped him in the face again!
She asked crossly, "What on earth is that woman?"
"Patty, don't hurt your hands." He endured the pain, rubbed her hands, and said obsequiously, "She is a poor student in our school. I don't know where she got the black card, and she actually bluffed with it!"
She cooled down. "Really?"
"Of course!" he swore. "I've been her classmate for four years. How can I possibly not know about her background? She can't have a powerful background!"
"It sounds like you know her well," she said with a sneer. "Have you run after her?"
"That's because I haven't met you before," he said, trying to wear an expression full of affection. But, unfortunately, he had a palm print on his face now, so he looked particularly funny.
He continued, "Patty, I'm on your side with all my heart. She's just an ignorant little girl, but she actually dares not give you face. You can't let her go!"
His eyes flashed with a hint of coldness. He knew that Patty had some gang friends. As long as she was willing to teach Heather a lesson, Heather would be in great trouble! He would make Heather beg him, getting on her knees!
Patty sneered. "Won't you feel bad if I don't let her go?"
"How is that possible? The woman that I only love is you," he said with an obsequious smile.
She looked coldly into the restaurant. Her eyes were dark and sinister. She knew why Malcolm Carter got close to her, but he was extremely good at fawning on her. She seemed to like him. She wouldn't let off the woman that he used to love!
In the Lincoln Hall, Mr. Watson was holding the black card and asking Heather to take it back.
She looked at the card with an indifferent manner and had no intention of taking it back.
"Miss Denmark, I was wrong. I'm so sorry that I failed to recognize you..." Her whole body. almost bent to the ground. "You're generous. Can I go to your house someday and apologize in person?"
"Are you eligible to go to my house?" Heather asked coldly.
"No, no. You are right." He wiped the sweat on his forehead and asked, "How about I send some seafood you like to your house?"
She waved her hand. "Enough, don't fawn on me."
She didn't really want to give Mr. Watson a hard time. She looked back at Leila and Lana. "Do you still want to dine here? If not, I'll take you somewhere else."
"Don't..." Mr. Watson hurried to implore them.
"Forget it, let's eat here. I heard the seafood here is very delicious." Lana didn't have the heart to reject him.
"Alright then." Heather looked at him and took the black card. "You're lucky today, but you shouldn't do business like that."
"Thank you for your instructions, Miss Denmark." Mr. Watson hastily nodded his head. He led the three girls to Lincoln Hall in person and closed the door for them.
"Heather," said Leila, who had been dumbstruck, patting her cheek in disbelief, "I think I'm dreaming. Is the black card... yours?"
"Of course." Heather smiled and said, "It's a present."
"You..." Lana looked at her in awe and hesitated for a long time before asking, "Are you really..."
The door of the private room creaked open. A tall figure strode in.
Lana's words were interrupted. When she and Leila looked up together, they instantly froze!
Good heavens! The man who came in was so handsome that he almost suffocated them!
Lana felt as if she had forgotten to breathe, but when she saw the man's face clearly, her face suddenly changed!
"Sorry, I'm late." Alexander calmly came to Heather and sat down beside her. He held out his arm, which rested naturally on the back of the chair behind her.
"Alex, Alexan..." Lana said excitedly, but she stammered and couldn't speak fluently!
"Hello," Alexander nodded calmly at Lana and Leila. "I'm Alexander Christopher, Heather's boyfriend."
Leila was incredulous. She looked suspiciously at Lana. But when she saw Lana seem to be about to faint, how could she possibly not understand the situation?
"You, you are real..." Leila pointed at him with bright eyes. She was so thrilled that she also became tongue-tied.
"Yes, I'm the real Alexander Christopher," Alexander said lightly.
Leila and Lana let out a squeal of excitement and then said nervously, "Quick! Pinch me and let me see... if I'm dreaming!"
Looking at them incoherent and mad, Heather put her hands on her forehead with resignation. When she told them that she was the lady from the Denmark family, they weren't so excited. But when they met Alexander, why did they act so emotionally?
"Just ignore them," Heather said helplessly. "Give them some time to calm down."
"Okay." Alexander smiled.
The next moment, he held out his fingers and gently put Heather's hair behind her ear. Leila and Lana let out another squeal of excitement. When Alexander looked at Heather, his eyes were full of love that was about to overflow, which made the two girls very thrilled.
It took quite a while for them to calm down and accept that the man before their eyes was really Alexander Christopher.
"Well, can we order food now?" Heather asked helplessly.
"Yes, yes!" Leila and Lana nodded quickly.
Lana ordered some seafood at random, and Leila ordered an Alaskan king crab.
"Is a crab enough?"
Alexander suddenly began. "Why don't you order a few more? How about ten?"
When he spoke to Leila, she was instantly thrilled. "Okay, I'll take it! Give me ten!"
"Remember to finish them," Alexander said.
"Sure!" Leila agreed at once.
Heather's face darkened. She gently tugged at Alexander's sleeve and whispered, "What's the matter with you? Has Leila offended you?"
Ten king crabs... Even if Leila had a good appetite, she wouldn't be able to eat them up.
"Yes," Alexander answered. He remembered clearly that Leila had interrupted his kissing Heather several times.
"What has she done to you?" Heather was extremely puzzled.