The president's seventh bride novel Chapter 47

It didn't matter that he didn't want to win. But he’d better not to lose deliberately.

Alicia randomly drew a magazine from the shelf. Then she sat on the sofa in the corner and read the magazine quietly.

In such a noisy environment, facing a group of slutty men and women, it was indeed a little weird that she was reading. Perhaps it was her unique temperament that attracted men whose eyes still lingered on her even if they had some hot girls accompanied.

Men were always like this. Even though they had girls, they still wanted to hit on other girls. They would think that others’ stuffs were the best.

"Mr. Carlos, you’re so unlucky today..."

"Mr. Carlos, you have lost again..."

"It seems that Miss Alicia has to stay here tonight."

Alicia didn’t look away from the magazine. But she heard their talking clearly. She laughed at herself with self-deprecating. It was really helpless life. The result was always developing in the direction she didn't wish.

She knew it very clear that Carlos did it intentionally. He intentionally left her to be ruined by these ill-intentioned guys.

Alicia took the phone out of her pocket and texted a message to Carlos, "Do you like the feeling of failure?"

"I don't like the feeling of failure, but if my failure will make you upset, I will feel very satisfied."

"What is the purpose of losing deliberately? Is it just to embarrass me?"

"Not only to embarrass you, but also to cut your down to size, to blow your self-esteem, and to challenge your bottom line."

What a vicious man! Alicia's eyes swept at him sharply which were like two sharp knives, wishing to stab two holes in him.

"Haven’t you seriously stated that women can't cheat on you, so what are you doing right now? Just slap in your face?"

"So for your innocence and my reputation, you should go instead of sitting here."

She texted messages and he replied. Neither of them had concessions.

The radical method was not useful for everyone. At least for Alicia, it was useless.

She picked up the magazine again and read it carefully.

Seeing that she stopped texting messages, Carlos took the initiative to text a message to her.

"Perhaps, I have made you too lonely. In your own heart, you hope to have this opportunity to satisfy your empty body."

When Alicia saw this message, she was so furious. This bastard! If he couldn’t take advantage of her, he would feel so uncomfortable. She really hoped that someday his tongue would get rotten.

"Watch your mouth, bastard!"

She gritted her teeth and texted back.

Seeing that Carlos kept texting messages, Otto Griffiths was very dissatisfied. He accused Carlos, "Just give a phone call if you have something to say. Don’t you feel boring to text messages? So sissy."

Morgan Pearson immediately echoed, "Yes. Mr. Carlos, you weren’t like this before. Could it be that you have recently have a secret lover? But you don’t dare to be too brazen just because Miss Alicia is here?"

"Don’t make fun of Mr. Carlos. See, Miss Alicia doesn’t look well."

Not only was Carlos a bastard. His friends were also bastard. They just knew to tease her.

The gambling ended in a clamor. As expected, Carlos was the biggest loser.

"Mr. Carlos, now the outcome of the game is a foregone conclusion. I don't know..."

Oskar Holland asked inquiringly, because they were still not sure if he was serious.

"I’ve nerve broken my words. She stays. As for who can own her, you can discuss yourselves. I have to go."

Carlos picked up the coat on the sofa and walked out of the private room.

"Pay for the bill by the way."

Otto shouted at his back.

But Carlos happily made an OK gesture, "No problem. Wish you all a good time."

Before he crossed the threshold, he finally glanced at Alicia in the corner. But except for gloating, there was no slightest pity on his face.

The neon lights outside shined wanton. He walked towards his car decadently. Although he got rid of the person he wanted to get rid of, he didn't feel much better. A certain part of his body was very painful. It was like that his old wound was torn up again.

After three years, what frustrated him the most was not that woman's betrayal, but that woman was still important in his heart.

He opened the car door and sat in, pinching his eyebrows tiredly. Just when he was about to start the engine and went away, he inadvertently saw an incredible scene in the rearview mirror of the car window.