Chapter 301

Chapter 301:

The Drunk Andrew

“Mr. Johns, thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. I’m doing it for the company,” Rowan replied.

When Rowan returned to his office, he found Courtney waiting for him. “Dad, has Glenn come back yet?”

“No, his assistant just called him. He’s probably had too much to drink.” Rowan sighed. He hadn’t anticipated Glenn to be like this. He used to be invincible, showing no vulnerabilities, but now he seemed completely overwhelmed.

Courtney commented, “I heard that Andrew was at a bar too. It looks like they handle their distress the same way!” Courtney was infuriated knowing how upset Andrew was, especially over someone as trivial as Madisyn. To her, it certainly wasn’t worth it!

She quickly regained her smugness. “I’ve handed over the documents to the Chapman Group. It won’t be long before they sue Johns Group for copying their designs. When Johns Group fails to settle, they’ll be forced into bankruptcy, and Chapman Group will swoop in to acquire it and eventually hand the company over to us!”

“Good.” Rowan nodded in agreement.

After the discussion, Courtney departed. She had more pressing matters to attend to!

At Nightfall Bar.

This establishment was the epitome of luxury in Ansport, frequented only by the affluent and influential. This was Courtney’s first visit to a bar, a place she normally looked down on. However, with Andrew present, she had to be here, too. She made sure her appearance was flawless, having chosen a black, low-cut dress for the night. This was Tatiana’s advice; to rise in status, she couldn’t afford to be modest. After all, men were often swayed by appearances.

Courtney made her entrance into the bar.

The deafening music was almost painful to her ears. The bar was expansive, bathed in dim light that danced with vibrant colors. Courtney scanned the crowd until she spotted Andrew in a booth. Even in the low light, Andrew stood out. He was dressed in a black suit, looking slightly intoxicated.

A flutter of excitement passed through Courtney as she approached him. The person nudging Andrew caught her attention. Courtney recognized him as Norton Santos, from the wealthy and influential Santos family. Norton was teasing Andrew with a smirk. “Mr. Klein, are you really that tipsy?”

Courtney averted her gaze. Those close to Andrew were indeed all remarkable. Norton was also an heir to one of Ansport’s four major families. She hadn’t realized they were so close. It turned out they were such good friends in private.

A smile appeared on Courtney’s lips as she walked forward. The crowd was surprised to see her. Someone recognized her, saying, “Aren’t you from the Johns family? What brings you here?”

“I came to see how Andrew is doing; I heard he’s quite upset,” Courtney explained softly. Her words gave rise to suggestive looks. Norton chuckled and nudged Andrew. “Who knew, Andrew? You avoid women usually, but it seems you have more admirers than I do!”

Courtney’s cheeks flushed at his remark, and she took a seat next to Andrew. Andrew was quiet, his breath reeking of alcohol, and had a lifeless air about him. Courtney’s heart ached. She could see how deeply Andrew was hurt by Madisyn’s death!

She whispered words of comfort. “Andrew, don’t be so downhearted. Madisyn wouldn’t want to see you like this.”

Suddenly, the previously silent Andrew turned to face her, his eyes dark and chilling, hinting at great anger. Courtney was taken aback, but it was fleeting; Andrew soon shut his eyes, too weary and inebriated to maintain the gaze.

Courtney pressed her lips together, sensing an opportunity. She looped her arm through Andrew’s. “Andrew’s had too much to drink. I’ll get him out of here so he doesn’t spoil the fun.”

“Oh? Go ahead then,” Norton responded, lighting a cigarette. “He’s really drunk; make sure you look after him!”

Courtney assisted a compliant Andrew out of the bar. Her heart was racing as she helped him into the car. His strikingly handsome face was inches away, rivaling the beauty of figures in classic paintings. She couldn’t resist touching his face.

“Drive us to a hotel,” she instructed the driver.

Andrew was intoxicated, and she saw her chance. If he had been sober, he wouldn’t have set foot in her car! Courtney’s heartbeat quickened.

Once in the hotel room, she helped Andrew onto the bed. “Andrew, you’re too drunk. I’ll help you get cleaned up,” Courtney said as she began to unbutton his shirt. Gazing at his flawless, smooth skin, she swallowed nervously.

Suddenly, Andrew shoved her away so forcefully she tumbled to the floor. He grumbled, “Dirty!”

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