Chapter 242 âOkay.â Edmund looked at them again. âNone of you are allowed to order alcohol.â Blondie and the others immediately froze. âHuh?â How could they come to this kind of place and not drink booze?..
It was so meaningless. The people looked at Edmund pitifully.
However, Edmund merely gave them a cold look.
The men had no choice but to simply order some juice. Sylvia was a little stunned. She thought about it and said, âEdmund, you guys can drink if you want. Donât mind me.â âThat wonât do. Theyâre the type to go wild if they drink.â Sylvia pursed her lips at the words. Although they did not drink, they started to smoke before long. Sylvia could not stand the strong smell of smoke and quickly frowned At this time, Edmund also threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground and shouted to them, âPut out all your cigs.
No more smoking.â Grasshead was aggrieved. âMr. Price, we canât drink, and we canât smoke either?â
Edmund glared at him and raised his finger to point at the wall. âDonât you see the no smoking sign here?â There was a noâsmoking sign on the wall.
Grasshead closed his mouth.
Blondie and the others also sullenly put out their cigarettes. They thought, âMr. Price, you also smoked a few sticks yourself.â However, with the good food that was served, they soon forgot about this. They ate while chatting and gossiping. Sylvia could not help but glance at Edmund. âDid he tell them not to smoke because he knew that I donât like smelling smoke?
âIn any case, heâs indeed kinder than I thought. Heâs like a brash but kind college senior.â
Sylvia immediately let down her guard and became a lot more comfortable with eating.
After the meal was finished, she walked outside with them.
When they were about to walk out of the restaurant, Sylvia smiled and said to him, âThanks for dinner, Edmund.â
âDonât mention it,â he said. Then, he narrowed his eyes at her.
It looked a bit evil. Sylvia froze and was about to step back when she heard himn say, âI heard youâre a famous painter.â She stiffened and asked, âYeah, what about it?â Edmund raised his hand to rub his head, smiling. âI also like collecting paintings. If you host an art exhibition in the future, can you invite me as well?â
Sylvia did not expect him to like collecting, so she immediately dropped her guard and smiled back at him. âSure.â They walked out of the restaurant as they talked. Edmund continued, âLil Syl, let me send you home.â
âNo need. I have a car.â ! She asked Tom to give her a ride just in case. However, it was obvious that he had no ill will toward her. They quickly arrived at the parking lot. After saying their goodbyes, Sylvia parted from them. As soon as she left, Grasshead scratched his head and asked suspiciously, âMr. Price, when did you get into collecting? Didnât you say that stuff was something only fools love to do?â
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, , , Blondie slapped him on the head. âAre you dumb? Mr. Price is just saying that to be closer to Ms. Ross.â
Edmund ignored them. After watching Sylvia get into her car, he smiled and turned around to walk toward his car.
Blondie and Grasshead doggedly followed him. Unbeknownst to them, a black sports car was parked not far away. The man in the driverâs seat watched them since they came out of Elysian House, laughing and joking. The surrounding light was dim. In the driverâs seat, the manâs face mingled with the darkness of the night, cold and frightening. In the passenger seat, Tara saw Edmund and the others leave and called softly, âodell?â