Alex held a ss of wine, feeling rather confused. "What does it matter what she thinks?"


    "I''m talking about Selena," Raymond exined.


    "I''m fucking talking about Olivia!" Alex eximed helplessly.


    Raymond paused, lowering his eyshes. "Oh."


    Alex found it amusing and suppressed augh. "So, what you just meant was that your rtionship with Selena, what you think doesn''t matter, what matters is her opinion."


    If Selena were to rely on him, he would ept it?


    However, Raymond refused to reply.


    Alex became anxious, scratching his head. "Is that what you meant? I mentioned Olivia just now, and you didn''t even hear it. Your mind is full of thoughts about a married woman?" "I didn''t," Raymond refuted.


    Alex rolled his eyes and suddenly pointed to a woman not far away. Taking advantage of Raymond''s slight intoxication, he asked, "How does that womanpare to Selena in terms of appearance?" Raymond''s cold gaze lifted for just a moment before he withdrew it. "She''s not as good."


    Alex nced at the empty bottles on the table. This guy was drinking alone just now?


    He quickly took out his phone and started recording. "Raymond, what about the woman on the right, the one with the hot figure? How does shepare to Selena?" Sending this recording to Raymond himself tomorrow would be absolutely thrilling.


    But Raymond didn''t reply and merely narrowed his eyes, looking at Alex with amanding presence.


    Alex suddenly felt a little guilty. This guy was already drunk, yet he remained so vignt?


    But at least Alex understood now. Raymond indeed cared about that designer.


    This was the only pleasure Alex had, watching these clever people entangled in their affairs.


    They were currently sitting in the main hall, not a private room.


    In Alex''s words, the main hall allowed him to witness the elite taking off their masks and going wild on the dance floor. It provided great inspiration for his creations.


    At this moment, he supported Raymond, but they encountered Alice at the entrance.


    Alice knew Alex. She was Raymond''s good friend and the most famous award-winning screenwriter.


    Seeing the drunk Raymond, her eyes gleamed with excitement as she quickly approached them.


    Alice promptly said, "Let me take Mr. Montague home. I came here tonight specifically to pick him up."


    This was a chance given by the heavens!


    Alex supported Raymond, nced at Alice, lightly smiled, and his eyes turned sharp. "You want to sleep with him. If you don''t have a mirror at home, there should be other things. Go back and take a good look. Don''t use such low tactics on him."


    Alice was shocked by his gaze and felt a sudden chill running through her body.


    Alex took a step back and then turned around. "Raymond is not someone you can afford to provoke, no matter who you are," he said.


    Alice felt a sharp pain in her chest and her whole body trembled. Her nails dug deep into her palms.N?velDrama.Org ? content.


    Alex''s words were already polite enough. After all, there had been many women who had tried to win his favor over the years.


    And this woman had a calcting look on her face; it was clear what she was up to.


    He helped Raymond into the car and drove straight to Ashbourne Manor.


    Selena herself was staying at Ashbourne Manor tonight.


    Since it was already midnight, both she and Fiona thought Raymond wouldn''te over anymore.


    When Raymond was helped out of the car, he raised a hand and rubbed his temples.


    Alex noticed that he seemed somewhat sober and got back into the car. "Go inside yourself, I still have to work overtime to write the script," he said.


    Selena was alone in the lobby, still working on the investigation of thepany''s five-billion-dor deal, and didn''t notice that the door to the lobby had been opened.