That night, Alistair received a phone call from home. His parents scolded him for at least half an hour.

Beatrice’s smile had also faded. She would have to return to the north and face the conservative elders if her brother’s company went bankrupt.

The northern climate was too dry and bad for her skin.

However, her mood was still joyful. After all, she had successfully invited Andrius to meet her.

Initially, she wanted to compensate for the damage to the car, but Andrius rejected it. She tried pleading with him, and finally, he agreed to let her buy him a meal.

By constantly asking Andrea, she had quite some understanding of Andrius’ character. He was a straightforward man who was not romantic.

When Alistair left his office, Andrea poured him a cup of tea and did not dare to say a word. She was afraid saying any words of comfort might trigger Andrius’ anger.

“It’s only a few hundred million, Brother. I don’t know what the old fellas at home are thinking. They love money so much!