Drank the Wrong Drink

Alvin and the others got back to the restaurant around midnight. The teachers who'd been having a get-together there had left before eleven.

Alvin's experience at the competition had been broadcast across the United States on television.

Old Cage figured that staying at the restaurant to watch the drama unfold wouldn't be the behavior of a mature educator. Besides, with so many people around, Fox might feel too embarrassed to give Alvin a hard time.

Alvin parked behind Fox's Ferrari. Looking at his fiancée, whose mood was plummeting, he glanced worriedly at Stark and said, "If she shoots me, should I forgive her, or should I forgive her?"

Stark pressed his lips together, suppressing the urge to laugh out loud. The situation was just too entertaining for him. Usually, Alvin was the one laughing at him, acting like a mature old man.

But this was great. Alvin was in trouble, and it was the best news Stark had heard in a while.

As an outsider, Stark could tell just how much Fox cared about Alvin. Otherwise, why would she care about the rumors?

Although that girl named Gisele had been labeled Alvin's lover, she'd never gone out of her way to seek him out. Alvin had never made any effort to contact her, either.

But Alvin's excellence, combined with women's innate insecurity, had made the capable and tough Fox stray from her usual self and do something foolish.

Stark didn't believe their relationship would run into trouble. He just wanted to watch Alvin suffer and see how he'd deal with the situation.

For that, the tycoon was willing to give up his luxurious villa and make do on the little cot behind the bar. That way, he could keep Pepper company, too, and make sure Alvin set off tomorrow no