Chapter 172

Alicia eyed Franklin warily, suspicion flickering across her face as she considered him for a moment. “If you’re thirsty, Mr. Ford, you can ask the front desk for a drink. I’m out of bottled water myself.”

“That’s not it... Come on, just let me in for a bit. Let’s talk.” Franklin tried to slip past her into the room.

Alicia firmly pushed him back out, her gaze sharp and guarded.

Franklin was stunned. This girl looked soft and delicate, but she had a surprising amount of strength.

Alicia looked him up and down. Given how disrespectful he’d been when handing her his business card yesterday, she had every reason not to let him into her room.

“Really, Alicia? After everything I did to help you, you’re just going to leave me standing here in the hallway?” Franklin glanced up and down the corridor. “What if someone sees? It wouldn’t look good.”

Alicia weighed her options, then finally opened the door and allowed him inside.

Franklin raised his eyebrows. Well, he thought, she could hardly blame him for this. If anyone was careless, it was her.

Alicia walked over to the minibar, grabbing a drink for Franklin while sneakily starting a video call with Tyrone.

“Alicia, let’s be honest. Tyrone’s going to leave you sooner or later. He doesn’t need to know. Why not spend a night with me? Who knows, if I think you’re worth it, I could pay you three million a year... It’s not like I can’t afford it.” Franklin sprawled on the sofa, a sly grin playing at his lips as he teased her.

He waited, fully expecting Alicia to take the bait.

In his mind, Alicia only hovered around Vincent and Tyrone for the money. What they could give her, he could easily match.

Without a word, Alicia poured the drink straight into the trash. This man didn’t deserve even a sip.

Franklin let out an exasperated sigh, watching her. “I’m not any worse than those two, am I?”

“Mr. Ford,” Alicia said, her voice cold and clear, “I am Tyrone’s wife. You barge into my room—are you here to harass me, or are you trying to convince me to cheat on my husband with you?”

Franklin coughed, caught off guard. Alicia looked so sweet and innocent, but her direct question actually made him feel a twinge of guilt. Any minute now, Vincent was supposed to arrive with the old man...

Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent)

Chapter 171 “If you’re really willing, I wouldn’t say no,” Franklin said, standing up and moving a step closer, his tone suggestive.

On the phone screen in Alicia’s hand, Tyrone’s face darkened as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Franklin, is it that hard to find someone to share your bed? When I get back, I’ll keep you company myself—how about that?”

Franklin’s eyes went wide, and he nearly tripped over himself in panic. “Shit... Tyrone? Where are you?!”

Alicia shot Franklin a furious glare and aimed the phone at him. “I’m on a video call with Tyrone.”

Franklin’s jaw dropped. He pointed at Alicia in disbelief, angry and embarrassed. Was he really getting played by such an innocent-looking girl?

“Wait, Tyrone, let me explain—it was a joke, just messing around!” Franklin stammered, desperate.

Sure, he and Tyrone were friends, but right now, he was genuinely scared.

“If you leave now, you might still save yourself,” Tyrone said, his voice low and cold.

Franklin gulped, all thoughts of cutting a deal with Vincent forgotten. He bolted out of the room without another word.

Alicia let out a long breath, sinking onto the couch. She looked at Tyrone on her phone. “Are you busy? I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”

Tyrone appeared to be at an office, businesslike and calm.

“It’s fine. You’re more important.” His words were so casual, so natural, it made Alicia’s ears burn.

She still wasn’t used to Tyrone saying things like that. It made her crave more—made her greedy for his affection.

“Tyrone, maybe you should get back to work...” Alicia hesitated, not wanting to distract him.

“Are you feeling alright?” Tyrone asked softly.

Alicia sighed. Her period had come and gone so irregularly this time, it was barely even noticeable.

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