Coolest Girl in Town

Chapter 662 

“Does Elise know about this?” Brendan asked, voicing the only question in his mind.

Alexander shook his head. “I wanted to see how you’ll react first.”

“First, it’s Elise who has a secret identity. Now, you’re revealing yourself as some other man. Just what are you two doing?” Jack sighed. Why couldn’t life be simpler?

Speaking of identities, Jack had found out who Craig Baker was. That man was just some uneducated fool. No one knew how he fooled Winona into liking him. He was enjoying life in the laps of several wealthy women while ensuring Winona kept working for him. It was rather impressive just how much of a scoundrel he was.

“I remember how furious you were when you found out about Elise’s alter-ego,” Brendan said, analyzing the situation from a neutral standpoint.

“That is the issue.” Even Alexander knew he was faced with a situation that he could hardly escape unscathed.

“If I were Elise, I’d divorce you right now,” said Melody as she walked over, heels clacking from a distance.

Alexander glanced at her but said nothing when he heard that.

Melody was the only woman in his think tank. That meant her train of thought was the most similar to Elise’s, which made it the scariest to him.

Johnny was astonished at how glum Alexander looked. Never once had he so much as frowned when dealing with challenging projects. Now, this handsome black-haired man was a wretched ball of nerves because of Elise.

“I think you can try and talk your way out of this by appealing to logic,” suggested Johnny.

“You think women can be reasoned with?” Jack dramatically protested.

“Who said women can’t be reasoned with?” Melody became unhappy when she heard Jack’s comment.

She was a pragmatic and logical woman. Anyway, Alexander was in the wrong. Not only did he hide his identity, but he also used the name Kenneth Bailey to test Elise. That was a wrong move in so many ways.

Even if he were her boss, she would not be helping him.

“So, appealing to logic means I’ll lose Elise?” Alexander tiredly asked.

The room went silent since that might actually happen.

let out a long sigh as he planted his hands firmly on his hips. Then, as his eyes flickered around the place, he spotted Clement standing not far

to raise his

if he was a robot that someone had just turned on. “I don’t know, Mr. Griffith,” he innocently replied

looked back down at the floor

at anything but being a bodyguard. At this point, Alexander was panicking and searching for solutions from,

he waved his hand. “You guys can go. Let me think about this

Everyone scattered immediately.

on leaving, but he had only just turned away when he decided to turn

“Sincere?” Alexander was confused.

“While I didn’t like Mrs. Griffith in the beginning, these few months have told me that she truly loves you and wishes the best for you. So, I’ve accepted her. The key

after he gave Alexander his

there for a long while, utterly lost

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……

a few days of imitating QH’s calligraphy, Tiana finally grasped some semblance of

study room full of practice paper, she began to subconsciously brainwash herself into thinking that the handwriting found on those

as a river with decisive strokes

best-looking piece, she took a photo of it and sent it

the servants to clean up the room, her phone screen lit

a call from

to her ear to hear Cody say in an excited voice, “Did you write that,

shy smile on her face as she bit down on her lip and replied, “Yes. I’ve been working

but zoom in to admire every

to QH’s displays in the Calligraphy Association Museum, but hers was more

of QH were being stored in the

been two weeks, Tiana had improved dramatically. It seemed like he had

he slowly calmed down. “Truly, you are very talented and better than your teachers. Tiana, you might be as accomplished as QH in the

stand a chance of making the finals

many of the A-grade

heard that,

finally thought up an excuse. “Mr. Carlson, I’m still not finished with the other characters and words. I’ll have to work on them before I can show you anything. Otherwise, there won’t be anything nice, and any more pictures