Lauren extended her hand toward Landon, her face partially buried between her knees. âGive it back to me âI saved your teddy bear last night. Canât you give me this painting in return?â
Landon leaned against the desk, his well-built arms supporting him. âI really like this painting. Will you give it to me, please?â
âIâve already prepared your pre-present,â Lauren uttered timidly, her toes curling inward.
âWhere is it?â Landonâs eyes lit up in excitement.
After around ten minutes, Landon was back in his Ferrari.
He e couldnât stop smiling from the immense, unprecedented satisfaction. He held a cake box in his left hand and the neatly rolled portrait from earlier in his right hand.
He had been secretly hoping he could get a painting from Lauren when he saw the painting she gifted to Newton on his birthday.
A one-of-a-kind painting created just for him. He couldnât believe that his dream came true. And that joy and satisfaction he felt was indescribable.
Pleased, Landon kept the portrait away carefully. He hastily opened the cake box. Inside was a plain blueberry mousse cake. It looked a bit hideous.
Nonetheless, he picked up some cream with his fingertip and put it into his mouth, savoring it slowly as he sucked on his finger, Landon furrowed his brows. He chewed it thoroughly. He couldnât help but wonder why it tasted a little sour.
With a face mask on, Alyssa was still engrossed in playing games at her study table. It was already midnight, yet she had not gone to bed.
In fact, she was already tired. It was just that she was worried about Sean.
He still hadnât returned after carrying out her order to stalk Bryan. So, she played some games to keep herself awake while waiting for Seanâs news.
ho had received emails sent by the official team.
They had invited her, the Queen of Killers in the international server, to participate in the professional tournament more than once. However, she refused their offer every single time.
She was simply playing for enjoyment, not wanting to mix her amusement with money-making, especially since she was already well-off.
A notification tone chimed. Jameson was online.
Rose: âDo you want to play a game together?â
Lucifer: âOkay. Bring me in.â
He connected to her voice chat, and his clear, melodious voice resonated in the study room.
âGood evening, Ms. Lucifer.â
âGood evening, Mr. Rose,â said Alyssa jokingly, âWhat kind of rose are you?â
âIt seems like you handle pressure really well. Adaâs incident didnât really impact you,â said Jameson as he smiled gently.
âWell, thatâs because I live by a mantra.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âHaters gonna hate, players gonna play, so Iâm just gonna shake it off.â
Jameson couldnât help but let out a chuckle. He paused for a while, then said, âCan I help you regarding Adaâs incident?â
âItâs fine. This is a competition between me and the Beckett Group. Although itâs not a big deal, getting people from the Schmidt Group involved is inappropriate. Thanks for your kind concern,â Alyssa replied, politely declining his offer.
of my own will, not on behalf of the Schmidt Group,â said Jameson softly, with a tinge âIâm helping you out of my of concern in his voice.
Alyssa quirked a brow. âDonât you believe in my abilities? Do you think I canât handle this on my own?â
âNo,â said Jameson helplessly. He chuckled softly before adding, âI donât want you to be that tired.
Then you can spend more time playing games with me. You havenât been online in days.â
Alyssa was stunned. She blinked her eyes. Could he have been waiting for her to go online for these past few days?
returned from Kontina, leaving him with free time. Besides, he didnât have any friends. So,