After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 1156

Chapter 1156 Side Story: Definition of Maturity

Individual biographies of the kids when they grew up.

Time flied, twelve years later.

A pure black luxury limousine sped through the night and came to a steady stop at the entrance of a high-end club.

The car door opened and a young man was about to get out when he was pulled back by his agent Dominic Ross from behind.

"Oh my lord, do you have to go in? Do you know how big the impact will be if the paparazzi catch us?" Dominic was anxious.

Alistair raised his eyebrows, with a nonchalant expression on his face. "So what if they know? If they have the ability, let them destroy my career."

Dominic knew he couldn't argue with him. At sixteen, Alistair gained fame by playing the role of a pure-hearted, naive young man in a popular idol drama. His exceptional acting skills and outstanding looks overshadowed even the male lead and second male lead.

His exquisite deep blue eyes became famous, especially after a stunning tearful scene that propelled him to stardom. Despite his young age, he won numerous awards within the industry and quickly became the hottest A-list celebrity.

In addition, he had the entire Callahan family as his background support. Even if he really got into trouble, his father Anthony can just snap his fingers and help him out, at most getting a good beating when he got home.

Dominic can only indulge. "So, be careful and wear your mask tightly. Come out as soon as possible."

Alistair nodded and put on a black mask and baseball cap. He tightened his windbreaker and fully armed himself before getting out of the car. In just two seconds, he slipped into the clubhouse.

He found the corresponding room number and pushed open the door.

The room was dimly lit and filled with a strong smell of alcohol. Three or five men and women turned their heads towards the door at the same time.

Alistair took off his mask and hat, revealing his extremely handsome face, which caused both men and women in the room to take a few more glances.

"Hey Molly, the big star is here to pick you up. Why do you insist on that scumbag when there's such a handsome guy next to you?"

Alistair frowned and asked, "Is she getting drunk again because of that scumbag?"

"Isn't it? The two of them are quarreling about breaking up again."

Alistair's gaze fell on the girl sitting in the main seat of the sofa, Molly, who was wearing a military green T-shirt with long pants. She held a high wine glass filled with red wine between her fingertips, and her black hair hung loosely over her left shoulder. Her stunning face was flushed with intoxicating blush, and there was a hint of seductive haze in her eyes. Her eyes were red, indicating that she had been through some emotional turmoil.

In her alluring and captivating demeanor, Molly exuded a mix of sensuality and sophistication, while still maintaining a strong and confident presence. Her face bore a striking resemblance to Lyra when she was young, capturing her essence from years past.

He sighed silently and a hint of pain flickered in his eyes. He looked at the others and said, "You guys go out first."

When Alistair spoke, who dared not to listen?

Molly's friends in the army were very tactful and left one by one.

As the people around suddenly stood up and left, Molly was completely bewildered. She slurred, "We agreed to stay until we're all drunk. Who dares to leave, coward!"

Alistair stopped her waving arms, "Momo, stop it."

The young man's originally clear voice deliberately deepened a bit. Molly didn't realize it at first and squinted at him.

In her blurry vision, his face was carved out of the same mold as someone else's serious expression. She was confused, "Anthony?"

Alistair sat down next to her, "Take a closer look at who I am."

She shook her dizzy head and looked closely again. "Milk tofu?"

Her face immediately darkened for a second as she firmly pinched his cheek. "You're so bold! How dare you call me without respect? Call me sister!"

"Ah..." Molly had much more strength than he did and when she pinched him hard enough he winced in pain and gasped for air before saying anything else. "Sister, my bad... I make my living off of my looks."

Only then did Molly let go of him and pick up the high-heeled glass again to drink the rich red wine.