One Night Surprise

Chapter 277 Alexander’s Fall From Grace

Upon hearing Courtney’s words, Oliver swallowed what he was about to say and looked into her imploring eyes. He could do nothing else but nod in resignation. “Yes, I’m talking about my mom.”

“Better sort it out before it turns into an Oedipus complex or something; girls take it personally when you start comparing them to your mother,” Courtney reminded gently and took her purse as she stood up to leave. “I have to go now. There are some things I need to take care of at the office.”

“I’ll see you off,” he offered and promptly rose from his seat.

“No need.” She brushed him off with a dismissive wave of her hand before jerking her head toward the kitchen. “Didn’t Tessa say she’ll bring out a pizza? Stay here and make sure you thank her for her kind gesture. I can see myself out.” With that, she slung her purse over her shoulder and headed toward the door of the milk tea shop.

“Where did your sister go?”

Tessa came out of the kitchen with the piping-hot pizza. The sound of the pizza tray clattering against the table made Oliver jump and he glared at her. “What did you do that for? Can’t you act in a feminine manner like you’re supposed to and be gentle in everything you do? You scared the living daylights out of me!”

The smile that was on her face was quickly melted by his snide remark. She shot him a murderous look and snapped, “Good graces are lost on you. Don’t eat the pizza if you don’t want to—I can always feed it to the dogs around campus.”

“Be careful; this attitude will be the reason why you’re never going to find a husband.”

“Don’t worry. I wouldn’t dream of marrying you even if you’re the last man on the planet.”

Oliver blinked. He thought about what Courtney had said earlier and retracted his head as he smiled to himself.

“What are you smiling at?” Tessa demanded in an incredulous manner.

He did not reply and kept smiling instead. He bent his head to bite into a slice of pizza, oblivious of how delicate he looked as he did so. She blushed at the sight before her. She boldly appraised him, wondering how anyone could look that good. He’s better-looking than most of the buffed-up hooligans in the Blue Eagles.

the office, she immediately looked for Bill. “How’s

hurry up on the process, but the deadline given to us by Sakura Group is rather tight—everything must be ready to go within a month. However, I’m concerned about the quality of the finished work. We have to send someone to keep an eye on the

who works in fashion, isn’t

be arranged for the

arrangements? There is still work to be done

the upcoming nationwide fashion design competition. As a result, Bill and the team spent the last two days busy brainstorming for designs for the

that we’re doing for the competition isn’t as difficult as it seems. Not to mention, we don’t have to keep an eye on the manufacturer 24/7. All we need is to send a

not protest further and simply nodded in agreement. “In

Bill nodded firmly and he began to make a roster for the designers to visit the manufacturer’s factory to check the work in progress. There was no one in Citron Apparel—not even Courtney—who could top Bill when

Natasha caught up with her and reminded her about the AW Business and Trade Cocktail Party

attending the party alone

amusement. “Do you think I’m incapable of

lips before she slowly responded, “Miss Hunter, perhaps you are planning to bring President Duncan as your date for tomorrow

“Yes.”

to say and please don’t be angry with me, but I don’t think you should bring

tracks

down and there aren’t many good folks out who would stand by your side. Given President

to

used to be rivals with President Duncan. On one hand, he might have a hard time facing these people and on the other, I’m worried that if you show up with President Duncan, you might become the victim of vicious gossip. I’m just saying that all of this can be

Natasha had given some thought to it and was polite in the way she said it as well. If Courtney were in her shoes, she would have been brutally honest—Alexander’s attendance at the event would be his downfall. His fall from grace would make

and trade circle. For a proud man like Alexander, who never experienced a downfall in his entire