Chapter 19

This time, Sally Hill was calm again; she no longer lunged at Alan Yager. Instead, it felt as if thousands of ants were crawling all over her body, and her delicate hands scratched wildly in a frenzy.

On that delicate skin, streaks of red scratch marks had already appeared, and a drop of bright red blood had fallen onto the bedsheet.

Seeing this situation, Alan Yegel fiercely cursed the creature.

That damn Hermione Austen! She actually made such a beautiful girl take the very medicine Africans use to feed elephants!

This type of drug that frightened Sally Hill was familiar to Alan Yager—it's used for elephants to help them reproduce.

If this issue remains unresolved, it will have significant impacts on individuals.

Fortunately, Sally Hill has encountered Alan Yager; otherwise, she would have been in grave danger long ago.

At that moment, I saw Alan Yager; holding my breath, I picked up Sally Hill again and rushed into the restroom in the lounge.

I turned on the faucet, and a stream of cold water poured directly onto Sally Hill's face.

It has been exactly half an hour.

Only when the cold tap water had significantly faded the rosy glow on Sally Hill's face did Alan Yegel carry her back to the bed in the lounge.

"Ugh, I'm completely exhausted!"

You're really lucky today! The next time you're poisoned again, I'll never let you suffer like this, no matter what!

Alan Yager vowed that if Sally Hill were poisoned again at a bar next time, he would take responsibility.

Even if it means risking being caught cheating on my wife, I'll find a simpler way to resolve this issue!

And so, Alan Yegel sat in the lounge for another ten minutes. When he returned to the dance floor, half an hour had already passed.

After searching everywhere without finding any trace of Gael Lanley or the others, Alan Yegel went to the bar and asked William Evans.

"William Evans, where is Miss?"

When he saw Alan Yager appear before him again, William Evans cast a look of admiration at him.

"Old Master, you seem to have quite good luck!"

Hearing William Evans's clearly mistaken tone, Alan Yegel shot him a fierce glare.

You're just a petty guy, yet you have such vile thoughts. Am I the kind of person who would act on lustful impulses?

Stop talking nonsense and tell me right away where Miss is!

William Evans paid no heed to Alan Yager's harsh insults, merely letting out a couple of silly chuckles in response.

The young lady has left, and before she went, she asked me to deliver a message to you.

Yegel, you're here to manage the bar—not to deal with mice falling into the rice bin!

When he heard William Evans finally repeat the phrase in Gael Langley's voice, Alan Yager knew for certain that the young lady of the Langley family had misunderstood him too!

These days, it's really hard to be a good person!

Since today marked the bar's first day back in operation, Alan Yegel, as head of the night shift, naturally stayed until after midnight.

As he was bidding farewell to William Evans and heading home, he discovered that the lights in the Klein family villa were still on.

At this time of day, shouldn't Bethel Klein already be asleep?

With a few doubts lingering in his mind, Alan Yegel tiptoed quietly to the door.

All I heard was Beth Klein's cold words coming from the villa.

"Do you still remember how carefree and free you were back then?"

This part of the sentence sent a shiver through Alan Yegel's heart.

When did my own wife become so capable that she could actually spot him hiding outside the door?

But then he heard Bethel Klein say something.

Do you know how crazy I've gotten living with that guy Alan Yager these days since you were away? Especially when he came just now—he handed the company's manager over to me outright. I don't even understand what kind of madness he's up to!

"Grandpa did this precisely because Shengru Group was too dominant, and he felt compelled to have you, my sister, take on the role of manager for this project—hence his humble demeanor just now. But please try to be happy; at least you've returned to the Klein family," the people in the room comforted him.

For now, this is the only option. Just focus on your work at Klein Family Group – after all, I'm here specifically to support you!

"Um?"

When Belissa Klein made that statement, Alan Yegel felt somewhat confused. The content sounded rather ambiguous—and clearly, it wasn't something he would ever say to himself.

Could it be...?

As he considered a possible scenario, a cold gleam flashed in Alan Yager's eyes.

He took out his key and opened the door with two effortless movements. As he stepped into the villa, Alan Yager's face was etched with grief and anger.

"You damn Bethel Klein! You actually stole a man from me behind my back!"

Alan Yegel burst into the goal, let out a loud roar, only to be utterly stunned.

All I could see was Bethel Klein staring at me with a completely bewildered expression.

And opposite Miss Klein, who was there? Not a man at all—rather a young woman who bore a striking resemblance to her.

This young girl, Ellen Yeger, is known to be Rita Klein—the sister of Belissa Klein—and thus her nieces whom she has rarely met.

What Beth Klein referred to in her earlier remarks was that Rita Klein has always lived on campus.

As a result, during my time with Alan Yager, I developed some grievances that I couldn't share with my sister.

Only after realizing this did Alan Yager understand that he had committed a massive mistake.

Right then, I saw Belissa Klein staring at me with a completely cold, indifferent expression.

Alan Yager, do you have some kind of mental disorder?

Belleth Klein's words left Alan Yegel speechless. Indeed, he had made a mistake himself.

Rita Klein, however, gave him a look filled with contempt.

You can't believe it – this useless guy of yours actually has quite creative ideas.

"But even if my sister had an affair with you behind your back, what could you do about it?"

In the eyes of the Klein family, they always held a contemptuous view toward Alan Yager—a son-in-law who had entered the family through improper means.

Rita Klein, of course, was also utterly displeased with this incompetent brother-in-law.

In her view, even if Bethel Klein had been unfaithful, Alan Yager would still be that kind of incompetent person who wouldn't dare say a word and could easily keep the affair under wraps.

As soon as she saw Alan Yager return, Bethel Klein could no longer have any meaningful conversations with her sister.

She told Rita Klein to go to bed early, as she had school the next day, then tossed her long hair aside and returned to her bedroom.

At this very moment, only Rita Klein and Alan Yegel remained in the living room.

Glancing at Alan Yager, Rita Klein sat down on the sofa.

I have to go to school tomorrow morning. Please drive me there!

“ Oh ？”

When Alan Yager learned that Rita Klein actually considered herself a driver, he was initially taken aback before quickly shaking his head in refusal.

Rita Klein, please forgive me. You know how exhausted I am—every day juggling tasks with your sister and my own work responsibilities.

"I definitely won't be able to take you tomorrow morning!"

Rita Klein was somewhat displeased by Alan Yager's refusal.

What's wrong? Our classmates always have drivers to pick them up and drop them off from school!

But now that our Klein family has become a second-rate family in Seattle, we can only have you pretend to be the driver.

"Why aren't you happy yet?"

hearing the questioning tone in Rita Klein's voice, Alan Yager let out a slow sigh.

This isn't a matter of willingness! Rita Klein, could you just let me sleep a bit longer tomorrow?

Upon hearing this, Rita Klein gave a cold laugh.

What's so exhausting about this? Do you really want your son-in-law to sleep a little longer?