Alexander Arlan Ainsley POV

One hour and fifty minutes later,

"So, who is the lucky girl?"

I heard the question from one of my good friends. He sat on the sofa opposite, while I drank the coffee that had been set out on the table. I just glanced at Francois and when I finished drinking the coffee, I put the cup back in its original place.

"Her name is Arletta McDowell." I answered Francois' question calmly, even though I felt the opposite inside. What was that girl doing? I was very curious.

I would rather tell the truth, since Francois had more experience with women. I saw his expression of...