Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 1283

Anthea composed herself and shook her head. She smiled and said, "Anything will do!"

Eric was always very active, "What movie do you want to watch? There are a lot of movies recently released. We are watching love movies, comedy, or action movie?"

Anthea still wanted to say "anything will do", but she didn't want Eric to think she was just walking through. She said, "You call!"

Eric smiled happily and said, "Then love movie. I'll buy two lovers' seats!"

A squeak sounded.

Suddenly, the chair and floor tiles made a sound.

Adam extinguished his cigarette and stood up.

The tall and strong figure in military uniform had an imposing and powerful aura that couldn't be concealed. He walked straight toward her, and his military boots fell to the ground, making a heavy muffled sound.

Anthea held her breath.

She clenched the glass in her hands, her flesh creeping, and wariness appeared in her eyes.

However, Adam just walked past her.

His did not pause, and did not even glance at her.

Anthea's expression froze.

She had thought that...

Anthea subconsciously looked back and saw that cold and hard figure had disappeared at the door, leaving only a flash of green shadows.

The dishes were served one after another. Eric was very gentlemanly and had been working hard to take her taste into consideration.

After they finished, they went to pay the bill

Eric took out his wallet, but the cashier shook his head and explained, "A Mr. Chin has already paid the bill for you, and wish you had a good meal!"

Anthea pursed her lips.

"It's good!" She thought in her heart.

Wasn't this what she wanted?

"Mr. Chin?" Eric was surprised and muttered, "Why didn't I know any Mr. Chin? Is there a mistake?"

The waiter insisted that there were no mistake.

Someone had already paid the bill forthem.

Eric asked her in confusion, "Anthea, I don't have any friend named Chin. Is he your friend?"

Anthea lowered her eyes, and her eyelashes covered her eyes, hiding all the emotions in her eyes.

She just said, "Let's go!"

Eric scratched his head and did not know what to do. But he did not ask any questions and the two left the restaurant.

There was nowhere to park at the entrance of the restaurant, and the parking lot was on the side of the restaurant.

Eric said, "Anthea, you wait for me here, and I'll get a car! The movie starts at eight o'clock in the evening. There's time. We can take a short walk by the riverside!"

"Okay!" Anthea nodded.

Eric went to pick up the car happily, and Anthea saw him off.

Suddenly, she heard a surprised voice. "Little girl, what's going on?"

Anthea looked up and saw Emerson getting out of a black business car parked at the side of the road.

Emerson was dressed formally, and he even wore a tie. Although he still smiled a little wickedly, he looked to be in all seriousness, and there was an assistant beside him, which means that he was going to engage into social activities.

"Young Master Chiang!" Anthea called.

Emerson looked at the direction in which Eric just went and looked at her in surprise, "The gigolo you newly found?"

When he drove over just now, he thought that he was hallucinating.

Emerson saw her walk out of the restaurant with a young man and they seemed to be talking and laughing. The way the man looked at her was very unusual, and his eyes were shining. And obviously, she acquiesced.

"What was going on?" He thought.

Emerson felt incredible!

When the neon lights covered the city, it was the most lively and enthusiastic place.

Emerson, dressed in casual clothes, walked in with his hands in his pockets. His figure was more beautiful than the best sports car, and he wore a romantic smile. As he walked by, countless gazes of women were drawn by him.

After Emerson retired from the army, he began to do business. He mainly focused on entertainment business and invested a lot in entertainment venues.

This bar belonged to the Chiang family.

As soon as Emerson went in, the assistant greeted him respectfully, "Young Master Chiang!"

"Did Adam come again?" He asked lazily.

"Yes!" The assistant nodded.

Emerson raised his eyebrows.

The bar was his, and any movement was under his eyes.

For three or four days, Emerson kept receiving news that Adam would come here every night to drink, and would not leave until late at night, and every time he was completely drunk.

Emerson had been the on-looker for a long time. He asked, "Where is he now?"

The assistant pointed and said, "It's in the private room upstairs!"

Emerson walked upstairs leisurely.

Emerson went straight in without even knocking on the door.

The smoke in the room almost made the room to be like in clouds. As soon as he stepped one foot in, it almost choked him to death. It was almost a scene of massacre of poison gas!

In addition to the smell of cigarettes, there was also the smell of alcohol.

Walking through the smoke, Emerson saw Adam sitting on the sofa with a military coat put aside and his legs open. Adam bent over and there were messy bottles of wine on the table in front of him.

Adam's head was lowered, and his face was hidden in the shadows.

The cigarette in his hand had already burned to the end, almost burning his fingers, but he acted as if he didn't notice it.

Emerson walked over and kicked the corner of the table. "Wow, the captain of the special forces and a Major General drinking in a bar! You really are not afraid of being reported, are you?"