Chapter 450: Chapter 450

It was obvious to everyone that she was helping Adrian out of a difficult situation.

Nonetheless, the inevitable had to be faced. Adrian maintained his composure as he excused himself from the table. But once outside, he found support against a wall.

Callan and Michael were eager to assist him, but Adrian, mindful of his dignity, declined their help.

“Mr. Miller, are you okay?” Mila approached, seemingly unfazed by the drinks. As a woman, she hadn’t been challenged much at the table. “Here’s a hangover remedy. It should help you feel better.”

Adrian certainly needed something to mitigate the effects of the alcohol. Yet, if he were to overlook Mila’s underlying intentions, he’d be a fool.

“What do you want?” Adrian felt a fierce, burning sensation as the alcohol surged through his veins, igniting a tumultuous fire within him. His tone was anything but courteous, and the alcohol only intensified his glare, making it even more formidable.

Mila feigned ignorance, asking, “What do you mean?”

Adrian stated bluntly, “You were the one who brought the wine the last time we were at the restaurant, weren’t you? If you have something to say, then just say it.” He rejected the hangover remedy outright, nor did he ask Callan or Michael to partake in it.

Mila, her pride firmly intact, withdrew her hand. “You’re overanalyzing it. After all, I’m Joelle’s friend. Given the turmoil within her family, I’m just trying to express my concern.”

gⱯlnσν𝓮ℓs․cøm brings endless adventures Had they genuinely been friends before?

Sort of.

In their professional journeys, they had oscillated between being rivals and allies. Mila had to admit that Joelle was one of the few musical talents capable of matching her own prowess.

Adrian scoffed. “Do you think I’d buy that?”

Mila retorted, “Then what do you think my motive is?”

“I don’t care.” Adrian refrained from looking at her again. Callan and Michael assisted him as they prepared to leave.

As the three of them strode past her, Mila clenched her fists and summoned the courage to speak up. “Adrian, don’t forget that you owe me a favor!”

Adrian remained silent, and none of the trio turned back, as if that favor were merely a figment of her imagination.

The following morning, another lengthy meeting unfolded, stretching until noon.

In the parking lot, Adrian crossed paths with Mila again.

“Mr. Miller, our car is having some trouble. Would you be able to give me a ride?” she asked.

Adrian shot her a fleeting glance, his tone icy. “You truly don’t mind imposing on others, do you?”

Mila remained unfazed. “Yesterday, I helped you avoid overindulging in alcohol. You owe me a significant favor, don’t you?”

Adrian could have simply driven away, but he knew that wasn’t the most prudent way to handle the situation. Though he didn’t acknowledge the favor, it was clear that Mila took it very seriously.

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