She knew it was unlikely, but what if?
She looked over and sure enough, Alonso shook his head, “No, I was traveling all those years. I only rushed back after I received the news of her death, and I didn’t even get to see her one last time.”
There was no surprise.
Annie only knew that the “Picture of the Living in Hell” had made Jeremy suspicious of her, but she never imagined that Jeremy would use it against her.
After standing outside for a while, everyone returned to the hotel one after the other. They sat down in the resplendent lobby, and no one seemed to be sleepy anymore.
Jaden and the bodyguards brought some water.
Everyone took some to drink, except Alonso, who took out a small bottle of spirits from his pocket, opened it, and drank it like water.
“Hmph, he’s become an alcoholic,”
Beinice looked at Alonso with great displeasure.
“…”
Alonso didn’t say anything, just drank his wine.
Paige took a sip of the water she’d been offered. It was cold, and as it went down her throat, it made her heart feel less heavy.
“Paige, we need to find a way to transfer the Folsom family’s assets here, otherwise I don’t think you’ll last long,”
said Brangelina, sitting nearby.
Hearing this, Paige turned her head and saw Brangelina and Beinice looking at her with determination. She ran her fingers over the glass of water and said, “Right now money is not the most important thing. The most important thing is medical equipment and supplies.”
Country A was forced to lock itself off from the rest of the world. Relying solely on domestic production capacity, it could barely maintain itself in the short term, but not for long.
“Okay, we’ll leave this to the Folsom family, but you have to talk to the presidential palace and let us come and go freely.” Beinice agreed without hesitation.
“No problem with that,” Paige nodded.
Alonso stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked outside. It seemed that the red lights of the ambulances never stopped at night.
After a while, he turned his head and his gaze fell on Enrico. “Enrico, can I borrow you for a moment?”
“…”
Enrico was playing with Paige’s hand when he suddenly heard this, and his eyebrows knitted.
What’s going on? Both of them are so friendly, and they’re both so familiar. Do they have to ask about his reputation?
He pretended not to hear, and continued to play with Paige’s soft, slender fingers, from her index finger to her little finger, and from her little finger back to her index finger. He took her fingernails and lightly scraped his hand…
Suddenly, the scraping got a little stronger.
He looked down, and Paige looked at him, leaning close and whispering, “Go and find out what kind of person he is for me.”
Find out what kind of person?
She can’t be thinking…
Enrico tilted his head, almost pressing it against her ear, his voice low but with a hint of teeth gnashing, ‘Don’t admit it.”
There are already too many people around her.
If there are more, he’ll have to wait for her to spare time for him every day?
Paige laughed softly, looking at him without any objections, ‘Okay, I’ll do as you say.”
She was worried about how to handle her relationship with Alonso.
“…”
Looking at her trusting eyes, Enrico felt a lump in his throat. It made him seem like he was restraining her, when clearly he couldn’t restrain her anymore.
Sigh.
Trouble.
Enrico squeezed her hand firmly and stood up to leave.
…
On the road, ambulances passed by every now and then, and the occasional sound of crying and wailing came from them, which was disconcerting in the silence of the night.
Enrico didn’t go too far, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the lobby, looking at Paige a little further away, and said coldly, “If you have something to say, say it.”
Alonso stood to the side, leaning against the floor-to-ceiling windows, shaking the small wine bottle in his hand, and finishing the last bit of wine in the bottle with a gulp, reeking of alcohol.
He turned his head and saw that Enrico had been staring at Paige intently, and he was unwilling to go far even if he wanted to borrow a step to talk.
Alonso’s eyes darkened, and then with a little drunkenness, he said, “Enrico, you are Annie’s son. I don’t want to beat around the bush with you. There are some things I need to say, so don’t be angry just yet.”
Upon hearing this, Enrico looked at him coldly.
“I am the son-in-law of the Folsom family. I understand the Folsom family. They are obsessed with revenge and want to mess with Country A. Back then, I also helped the Folsom family do a lot of things, because at that time, in order to marry my wife, I had to pledge allegiance to the Folsom family. And because of your mother’s death, I hate your father’s kind of plutocrats.”
Alonso changed his clothes, still dressed in black, his beard uncut and disheveled, but his eyes were dark and calm, not a hint of a drunkard about him.
He looked over at Blanca and gave a self-deprecating laugh, “Their desire for revenge is so deep it has seeped into their bones, and they won’t change their minds easily.”
“What are you trying to say?” Enrico looked at him coldly.
“You are already a member of the new generation of plutocrats, and I don’t want anything to happen to you.” Alonso looked at him and said, “Don’t follow in your mother’s footsteps.”
Annie’s footsteps…
Enrico laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, “Are you saying that Paige has been using me?”
“I can see that you love her very much, but as you can see, she has a deep relationship with the Folsom family. Even if the Ferris Wheel Project was Jeremy’s idea, wouldn’t you find it strange that the Folsom family would want to transfer their assets to the mainland at this time?”
Alonso said, “A family that is determined to repeat the chaos of the chaebol’s struggle a hundred years ago suddenly wants to follow you to save Country A? No reason? You believe that?”
It didn’t matter if Country A was in chaos or not, but Enrico was Annie’s last remaining bloodline in this world, and he couldn’t let anything happen to him.
“…”
Enrico really did smile, staring at Alonso steadily with a hint of playfulness at the corner of his mouth.
Alonso was confused by the way he was being looked at like an idiot, and his brows furrowed even tighter, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Because you’re stupid.
Enrico wanted to leave, but thinking of Paige’s words, he held back. He just said, “You also said that Blanca is your wife. Now you’re telling me this, asking me to watch out for the Folsom family. What are you really up to?”
“I don’t want anything to happen to you,”
Alonso said quietly, otherwise, he would not have said this.
“Don’t want anything to happen to me,” Enrico sneered, “your deep affection for Annie is used on me? There is no need. I heard that you and Blanca also have a daughter, so you can use this affection on her.”
Upon hearing this, Alonso’s grip on the small wine bottle tightened, his pupils constricted, and even with his beard in the way, it was possible to see the momentary darkening of his face.
His gaze at Enrico suddenly became less charitable, exceptionally cold, “It seems that Mr. Gustin knows a lot about the Folsom family. I have overstepped my bounds. You go ahead.”
If he even knew about the fact that he had a daughter, then he must also know that his daughter was gone.
He deliberately used this to provoke him.
This child did not completely inherit Annie’s blood.
“…”
Enrico stood in place, just watching Alonso turn and leave, walking towards the side door.
When he reached the door, Alonso suddenly smashed the bottle in his hand onto the floor.
The pieces of glass splattered everywhere.
Enrico watched, sneered, turned around and walked back, sitting down next to Paige, who was chatting with the three Folsom siblings about the next arrangements.
Seeing Enrico come back, she couldn’t help but ask him with her eyes.
How did it go?