The alcohol must have a problem; otherwise, how could he get drunk after just one bottle given his capacity?
"Did he say anything else?"
"He said, if, if a lady comes looking for you, give her the room card."
Later, Sophie Smith did come. This person simply wanted to sabotage his relationship with Sophie, so who would dare to do it?
That’s right, it must be him. Apart from him, no one else would have the motive or the guts to do this!
He stormed out of the office like a gust of wind and drove towards a certain entertainment venue. He had to find out the answer immediately.
In the large private room filled with smoke, clinking glasses, a few scantily clad women surrounded a man, creating a depraved atmosphere.
Asher Land burst in, his eyes red like an angry leopard.
"All of you, get out!" He pointed at the scantily clad women.
The few women looked pitifully, seemingly frightened, at Asher Land.
"Ladies, head out first; I’ll come find you later." Luke Land sat up from the sofa, adjusted his clothes, and spoke to the beauties beside him.
"Yes, Young Master Land." The women dutifully withdrew, leaving only the two brothers in the room.
"Third Brother, you’re not here to accuse me, are you?" Luke Land spread his hands, looking helpless.
"Tell me, was it you who set up the hotel trap last time?"
"Yes." Luke Land made no effort to hide his actions; he had nothing to conceal.
"Who the hell told you to do this!" Asher Land stepped forward, grabbing Luke Land’s collar, his eyes fierce, forcing him into the corner.
"Just offering a woman to you, why get so angry?" Luke Land remained indifferent, a hint of a wicked smile on his lips, "Aren’t you fond of women?"
"Don’t assume you know me!" Asher Land exerted force, throwing Luke Land onto the sofa.
"I’m warning you, stay out of my personal life, or else, go back to Europe; Eastern City doesn’t have room for you."
"I’m doing this for your own good!" Usually gentle with him, Luke Land finally exploded, "Have you forgotten Big Brother’s fate? Do you want to repeat history?"
"How I act is my business."
"Heh, you really do have a knack for things." Luke Land chuckled lightly, "If you keep tangling with that woman, I reckon she won’t have good days for long."
"Touch her once, and I’ll repay you a hundredfold!"
Asher Land finished speaking and stormed out.
The truth had finally come to light, and he hurried to provide her with this explanation, revealing his eagerness to prevent any misunderstandings.
Wyatt Sterling drove her to the building downstairs, got out, and opened the car door for her.
"Today, thank you so much."
He helped her schedule a doctor, arranged appointments, and ensured all confidentiality measures were in place. If she were alone, she would probably be exhausted.
"Is it okay for me to escort you upstairs?"
"Well, ..." Sophie hesitated for a moment and glanced at the apartment building, noticing the lights were off, proving Asher Land was not home.
"You’ve been a great help today; come up for a cup of tea."
"Sure." Wyatt Sterling rarely smiled. Today, his mood was even more uncertain than hers. He hadn’t smiled all evening.
Going upstairs, Asher was indeed not home, which instantly put her at ease.
She ran to the kitchen to make him a cup of hot tea, and Wyatt Sterling stood in the living room, carefully observing everything inside.
His gaze fell on the suit jacket on the sofa, then noted the several pairs of men’s shoes at the entrance. He deduced this was where she and Asher Land usually lived.
Sophie handed him the tea, catching where he was looking, and a faint embarrassment showed on her face.
She walked over to take the suit into the room and organized the shoes.
"Sorry, the house, the house is a bit messy."
"No problem." Wyatt Sterling smiled lightly, sitting on the sofa, pretending not to care.
But the house was filled with Asher Land’s presence, like the cigarettes on the coffee table, the sports magazines on the sofa, or the men’s products in the bathroom...