Chapter 644:noveldrama
He offered Aliza a grateful smile. “Thanks, Aliza. I owe you a meal.”
Kristopher’s expression turned frosty as he stared at Aliza. “Miss Herrera, you spill other people’s private information more freely than a tabloid. Sharing my personal details with just about anyone? If this is typical of your family, I’m reconsidering any deals with your father.”
Aliza calmly explained, “Kristopher, there’s been a misunderstanding. I saw Mr. Murray at a video conference with my dad, and I knew you two were close.” She had done her homework on Kristopher’s social circle, knowing Albin was his trusted confidant.
Yet Kristopher remained unyielding. “My relationship with him isn’t the issue. My address is private. You should have asked me before sharing it. That’s just common courtesy.”
Caught off-guard by Kristopher’s stern reaction, Aliza was left speechless, her smile stiffening.
Kristopher’s eyes narrowed into a chilly stare as he said to Albin, “Still loitering in the hallway? Planning on making it your bed for the night?”
“Right, I’m coming now.” Albin quickly made his way inside, flashing a sheepish smile and mouthing a silent “thank you” to Aliza. “Really appreciate your help today, Aliza.”
With a disinterested demeanor, Kristopher shut the door and then scrutinized Albin disdainfully. “What brings you here, anyway?”
“Just found out yesterday that you were in Isonridge. Noticed your wife’s IP address switched to here. You’re here for her, aren’t you?” Albin settled into the couch, looking relaxed.
Leaning against the door, Kristopher retorted, “So what if I am? What’s it to you?”
Albin perched on the back of the sofa, eyeing Kristopher. “How could this not matter? Camille joined your wife here in Isonridge. As friends, we should be in this together, chasing after our wives.”
Kristopher stood up abruptly and walked toward the master bedroom. Just before closing the door, he said, “Don’t disturb my sleep unless it’s something serious.”
Outside the door of the suite, Aliza paused to gather her thoughts, her eyes fixated on the door plaque, her expression one of irritation. Despite her pride, the thought of seeing Kristopher’s attractive face every day for the foreseeable future helped her regain her composure. She had time. If Carrie could end up as Mrs. Norris, she believed she could too.
Upon returning to her apartment, Lise was greeted by the sight of a fat man lounging on her sofa. The coffee table was strewn with an array of snacks and beer cans, which filled the room with an unpleasant scent.
Upon hearing the sound, the man raised his head and offered a grin, his yellowed teeth on display. “Daughter, your place is rather splendid.”
This man was Lise’s father, who had been notably attractive in his younger days, a trait Lise had clearly inherited. Yet, decades of overindulgence in eating, smoking, and drinking had completely obscured his once charming appearance.
With a cautious look over her shoulder, Lise swiftly shut the door, stepped in, and said with a frigid tone, “How did you find your way in here?”
“A father knows his daughter best,” he retorted, squinting through his beady eyes. “You’ve never changed your passwords, so I tried them all.”
Lise casually placed the Hermes bag that Billie had given her on a cabinet and approached her father, asking, “Didn’t I tell you never to return to Orkset?”
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