After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 1157 Side Story: Scheming

Chapter 1157 Side Story: Scheming

On the street, Dominic paced back and forth in front of the car, growing increasingly impatient.

From a distance, Alistair's figure appeared in the darkness. He hurried over and said, "Why did it take

you so long? You even took off your mask and hat. Are you afraid that no one will recognize you?"

He lowered his head and noticed Alistair's slightly unbuttoned shirt. "You're not even dressed properly.

Are you complaining about your low popularity and trying to stir up a Twitter storm?"

Alistair refuted, "It's just because you were pushing me so hard that I forgot when I came out. Hurry up

and lend me a hand."

Dominic was also afraid. Every second of delay increased the risk of being caught by paparazzi, so he

immediately helped to open the car door.

Alistair carefully placed the intoxicated Molly onto the back seat of the car and sat down beside her. He

then put his arm around her shoulder, allowing her to lean on his head for comfort, and took care of her

with all his heart.

Dominic rushed into the clubhouse and helped Alistair retrieve his coat, mask, and hat before he got in

the car.

"Go to Lyre Spiti first."

"Okay," the driver responded, making a U-turn at the next intersection.

The car was inevitably bumpy while driving, and Molly had drunk too much alcohol, causing her

stomach to churn and toss inside.

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and she began to struggle with uncontrollable dry heaves.

Alistair's face immediately changed, "Quickly bring the emergency kit, hurry!"

Dominic in the front row frantically searched for a medical vomit bag and handed it to Alistair.

Alistair skillfully used a vomit bag to help Molly catch her vomit.

He helped Molly pat her back while making sure she didn't vomit. Then, with a frown, he quickly tied up

the vomit bag and threw it into the small trash can in the car.

There were wine stains around her lips, and he fetched a wet wipe to patiently clean Molly up.

The girl's face, about the size of a palm, was flushed with a rosy hue. Her long eyelashes fluttered as

she tilted her head slightly and gazed at the boy beside her with a dazed expression. Her coquettish

smile gradually became somewhat frivolous.

"Hey handsome, do you have a girlfriend?"

Alistair knew she was about to start acting crazy again, so he naturally replied, "No, my first love is still

there. Sister, do you want to be my girlfriend?"

In the front row, Dominic rolled his eyes in a nonchalant manner.

Here came Alistair, a boy who always used tricks and schemes.

"Oh, little brother, you're so innocent."

In the back seat, the girl's fair hand wandered over Alistair's Adam's apple and collarbone, teasing his

chest and abdominal muscles through his shirt.

He remained unmoved, regardless of how she "insulted" him, without any resistance or resentment.

As she spoke, crystal tears uncontrollably fell from her eyes. With a pouty lip and a small whimper,

Molly was clearly upset.

Alistair felt his heart ache as he gently wiped away her tears with his fingertips. "This isn't your fault.

He's just taking out his negative emotions on you because he's too weak to handle them himself. A

man who can only lash out like that is nothing but a coward."

"You should have cut your losses and broken up with him, and come be with me instead."

Her cheeks were flushed as she leaned against Alistair's neck for comfort. Her voice was soft and

sweet when she asked him, "What's your name?"

"Alistair," he replied.

Molly immediately muttered under her breath, "Nope, that guy is definitely not suitable."

Alistair looked at her innocently and asked why? Was it because he wasn't good-looking enough? Did

he not have abs that were fun to touch or a butt that was fun to pinch? How could she know for sure

without ever trying anything else?

Dominic in the front row almost laughed until he couldn't breathe anymore but stopped when Alistair

glared at him angrily.

Alistair felt defeated inside. Every time she got drunk and played these games of seduction, no matter

how hard he tried or what tactics he used, Molly never chose him once.

Was there something wrong with him?

Molly had been hurt so many times by bad men before that there wasn't any room left in her heart for

someone like Alistair who genuinely cared about her well-being.

Although frustrated and depressed about this fact of life, seeing the girl crying in his arms made it

impossible for him to be cruel towards her now.

After thinking about it for a while longer though, Alistair told the driver upfront, "Let's forget going to

Lyre Spiti tonight. Just find any hotel nearby where we can park outside."

Dominic turned around curiously, "Hey man... you're not trying to take advantage of this situation, are

you?"

A cold glance from Alistair silenced Dominic instantly, "You've known me long enough. Do you really

think I'm capable of doing something like that?"

Dominic clicked his tongue twice then teased again, "People who are foolishly infatuated often end up

disappointed too easily. Maybe you mistook your sister here as some kind of treasure?"

Ignoring Dominic's words completely, Alistair patiently comforted Molly in his arms instead.

It was already late into the night now, and whenever Molly got drunk, she would start talking nonsense,

making scenes everywhere. She'd probably get scolded by Uncle Malcolm if they went back to Lyre

Spiti right now.

So, Alistair decided they needed somewhere else safe first before dealing with Uncle Malcolm later on.

The car eventually stopped outside a hotel nearby.

Alistair put on another mask hat combo under Dominic's supervision before carrying Princess Drunk

inside. The moment they entered their room, Alistair prepared warm water then helped clean up Molly.

After wiping down both of her hands and face, he also helped remove her shoes since she kept kicking

them off while crying and throwing tantrums all over again.

"Archer, don't be mad at me. It's my fault. I shouldn't have argued with you..."

Alistair was taken aback and his heart tightened with pain. "Do you always apologize to that scumbag

in such a humble way?"

"Molly, you're the heiress of the richest family, the Lloyd's Corp's potential successor, and my dad's little

princess. Are you willing to give up your dignity for that man?"

Molly closed her eyes and was too drunk to hear what he said. She sobbed softly and muttered, "Don't

ignore me. Can you forgive me Archer..."

Alistair sighed helplessly as he felt both heartache and frustration towards her, and had no choice but

to act this way, "I won't ignore you. Go to sleep obediently, I'll forgive you okay?"

Molly either got tired from all the fuss or understood what he meant because she stopped crying

immediately and fell asleep quickly.

Alistair breathed a sigh of relief as he leaned down to kiss her forehead with tenderness in his eyes,

"Good night sis."

He didn't dare leave in case Molly woke up in the middle of the night again throwing up or making noise

or asking for water so he took out a spare blanket from the hotel room closet and slept on a small sofa

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The next morning.

Molly woke up with a splitting headache.

She held her head in pain as she slowly sat up only to find herself surrounded by unfamiliar

surroundings; there were shoes scattered everywhere under her bed.

This scene... looked very bad?

There was sound coming from inside the bathroom - someone was taking a shower.

Molly slapped herself on her forehead regretfully - she drank too much last night that she couldn't

remember anything anymore! She wondered if anything happened between them last night but it

seemed like she couldn't recall it at all! Her phone wasn't even hers which made things worse!