When Alfred told Linford that Cristelle had gotten drunk, he instantly left Franco’s and drove toward the Italian restaurant. He knew he should contain himself a bit. But he just couldn’t.

“Cristelle has been trapped in that private room for two hours. The manager said she was totally drunk.” Alfred led the way, sweating a bit as he thought about what would happen to Cristelle.

When they walked toward the door, they finally saw Cristelle. Cristelle was wearing a tight dress, revealing the smooth skin on her shoulders, leaning against Jasper’s chest. Jasper’s hands were on her waist, “Cristelle… Babe. Do you want me to send you home?”

Linford dashed...