Chapter 82

"Sure." Anderson's gaze gradually deepened. His ears echoed with the familiar and pleasant laughter. "Andy, do you think these roses are beautiful? I picked them up on the roadside. "On my way home from school, I saw a guy having a fight with his girlfriend. He threw the roses away. I thought it was a waste, so I picked them up." Seeing him agree, Isabel reached out to hold him. On her wrist, she was wearing the opal jewelry that Anderson had bought for her for 60 million dollars at the charity event three days ago. "Andy, you've had too much to drink. Let me help you upstairs to rest." "It's okay," Anderson said. Isabel's expression froze at once. "Are you not staying?" Anderson withdrew his hand, his gaze becoming stern. "I don't think I should." The disappointment in Isabel's eyes flickered. Outside Fisher Residence's gate, a car stopped. Anderson reached out to help Isabel adjust the rose-colored shawl on her shoulders. "Mrs. Barlow's position will be yours if it's yours.