Chapter 188 Let's See Who's More Influential Than Me
As soon as those words left Adrian's mouth, Alan, who was chatting with Ruth, had this tiny shift in his expression, and suddenly, everyone at the table was eyeballing Victoria and Alexander.
Ruth caught that little change in Alan's face but kept her mouth shut. It was his business, after all.
Alexander was holding Victoria's left hand, giving her fingers a gentle rub.
Dude's face was like a work of art—smooth lines, perfect details, almost too good to be true.
His usually stern look melted away in an instant.
"Early next spring," Alexander said with a grin. "We'll send you an invite."
"Awesome, can't wait," Adrian chimed in, all smiles.
He looked like he was the one giving his daughter away.
Victoria glanced at Alexander's hand holding hers, then up at his chiseled face.
She didn't know much about the wedding plans 'cause he said he'd handle it, so she just rolled with it.
It was this weird, unspoken trust.
The happiness in her eyes was clear as day to everyone, and it hit Alan right in the feels. He looked away, grabbed his water glass, and took a sip.
Grant and the others just watched quietly.
Then the waiter started bringing out the food.
At the table, Alexander was all over Victoria, peeling shrimp and crab for her, putting it on her plate. Nothing new, they'd seen it before.
But this time, he even cut her steak, almost feeding her.
"What's up with Alexander today? Why's he being so extra?" Caleb muttered, puzzled.
He used to just peel shells, and Victoria never asked him to cut her steak. What was up with him today?
Garrett glanced over and said, "Don't even try to figure out Alexander," then went back to eating.
Billy, munching away, sneaked a look at Alan.
He couldn't help but think, 'Poor Alan, watching this is worse than getting publicly roasted.'
Meanwhile, Lila and Owen seemed way more chill.
Bryan, on the other hand, looked kinda lonely, sitting by himself at a table meant for twenty. Even the best food seemed blah.
Just then, Virgil Newman walked in with a grin. "Mr. Sanders, I..."
Before he could finish, Bryan shot him a look. "What are you yelling about? Spit it out."
Virgil paused, then said, "I just saw Victoria."
"What?" Bryan's voice went up a notch. "Where?"
"I was heading back from the restroom, and I saw the door to the next private room open. I peeked in and saw Victoria."
Bryan's lips curled up, and he motioned Virgil over. "Come here."
Virgil, looking confused, leaned in a bit.
Next thing, Bryan smacked him on the head. "Can't you get to the point?"
Virgil felt wronged. "There's only one private room next door."
He had said it, but Bryan didn't catch the main part. How was that his fault?
Of course, he only muttered this to himself.
Bryan ignored him, his face darkening as he quickly got up and headed for the door. Victoria had told him she was busy but was having dinner with someone else, leaving him alone. That was too much. He had to go see who was more important than him.
A few seconds later, Virgil remembered there were a lot of people in that private room. He knew Bryan was eating alone because Victoria had ditched him.
Before he could finish his thought, Bryan had already stormed out. It was gonna be super awkward, and with Bryan's temper, there'd definitely be drama.
He turned and chased after him, praying silently, 'God, please let Bryan keep his cool.'
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