Chapter 305 Is The Drink Blue?

Seeing that Alexandra had no plans of stopping, Zayn cut her off. “Alright, we’re here. It’s time to go back to your hotel room.” The thought of parting ways did not sit well with Alexandra at all. She protested stubbornly, “What about you? You’re newly divorced. Where are you going to stay?” “I have plenty of options—I’m spoiled for choice.” Zayn smiled as he hailed a cab to leave. As Alexandra watched him go, she clenched her fists and scrunched up her nose as a demonstration of her determination, “Fine, don’t tell me. I’ll figure out your story one day.” Night 1998 was a niche bar. There were no more than ten people when Zayn entered and it felt exceptionally cheerless. There was not a single sexy dancer on stage, only a sentimental middle-aged man singing a sorrowful tune. The bar was a long-term loss. Anyone could see that it was doomed to go out of business. In spite of that, the bar was still operating after seven to eight years. It lost up to hundreds of thousands of dolla