Chapter 631

Chapter 631:

It didn’t take long for Dane to reply. “Where are you guys?”

Waylon replied casually, “We’re in Aswil for a vacation.” Dane shot back, “Really? I heard there’s a racing event in Aswil recently. Are you racing again?”

Waylon quickly denied it. “Nah, just brought Madisyn here for some fun. No racing involved.”

Dane wasn’t buying it. He retorted, “Do you really think you can fool me?”

Waylon felt a sting of guilt as he read Dane’s message. His brother wasn’t easily fooled, and Waylon instantly regretted sending those pictures.

In a panic, Waylon pleaded, “Dane, I’m sorry! Please don’t tell Mom and Dad.”

Desperate, he quickly transferred one hundred thousand dollars to Dane.

Dane accepted the bribe with a smug grin. “Hmph, just make sure you don’t lead Madisyn down the wrong path.”

Waylon gritted his teeth, thinking that his brother was simply jealous of the close bond he shared with Madisyn.

Meanwhile, Zahir observed Andrew and Madisyn with keen interest and remarked, “Andrew, I never expected you to find someone you truly love.”

Andrew smiled, his face lighting up with charm and handsomeness. “Yes, people do change. Before I met Madisyn, I was convinced I’d never get married.”

Zahir nodded, genuinely pleased for their happiness. “That’s wonderful.”

Andrew turned to him, his eyes bright with optimism. “You’ll find someone, too.”

Just as they were about to place their orders, a parade of dishes was brought to their table.

Madisyn furrowed her brow in confusion and asked, “Did they get the table wrong?”

“No mistake here,” Andrew replied, his smile widening. “I had them bring these out. This place has a special menu reserved for VIPs. You all performed brilliantly, so consider this my treat.”

A rich, commanding voice echoed through the room as Savannah entered, flanked by her entourage of bodyguards. She was draped in a striking yellow trench coat, layered over a perfectly tailored shirt dress, exuding an aura that was both captivating and untouchable. Her smile, though warm, carried a distinct undercurrent of regal authority.

Waylon and Zahir exchanged confused looks, their bewilderment evident.

“Who is she?”

Andrew shrugged nonchalantly. “You are generous, Princess Savannah.”

“These dishes are quite the luxury, even for the privileged. I trust you’ll enjoy them,” Savannah’s smile remained, as though she were waiting for a specific reaction.

Normally, such a comment would have led to an invitation to join the table. However, Andrew, ever composed, simply responded with a courteous, “Thank you, Princess,” without offering the usual invitation.

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