Alexander stared directly at Drake with a faint smile.
Drake opened the door to welcome him inside, and Alexander's expression turned complex as he surveyed the grand surroundings. It was a place adorned with gold, and it struck Alexander as improbable that Drake now resided there.
Alexander grinned slyly. Did he truly deserve this?
"Why are you here?" Drake prodded him curtly from behind. "Shouldn't you be in school right now?"
Alexander turned to face him, his tone indifferent. "I wanted to see you, so I came."
"See me?" Drake felt surprised.
"When has a kid like you ever thought about his old man?" Drake's words were oddly accurate. Who would think about a father who only knew how to inflict pain?
"Let me be direct so you can get back to your drinking." Alexander observed the bottle in Drake's hand and then eyed his pocket with a cunning glint. "I've got it all figured out!"
"What?"
"I saw that woman giving you money."
Drake panicked, trying to muffle his words, but Alexander swiftly sidestepped.
"I saw and heard everything! Did you think no one was around?" Alexander stated.
"You little troublemaker, stop talking nonsense!" Drake was furious and flustered. He recalled Bianca's warning—he couldn't let a word slip.
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