The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover by Caesar Erickson
Chatper 1305

Chapter 1305

Preston rolled up his sleeves, ready to give Dylan a couple of punches, but Rebecca held him back. "Dylan, have you never been to Arcadia before? Let Edith take you around." Dylan pretended nothing had happened and withdrew his

sympathetic gaze. "It's true that I haven't been here before. Please, Miss Knight, show me the way."

Edith quickly stood up. "Then let me take you to the beach to

see the scenery."

After politely agreeing with a "good," Dylan got up to leave, but Preston also stood up and followed along. "I'll go with you

guys."

Rebecca grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back onto the

couch. "Edith, you take Dylan. I need to talk to your brother about something."

Edith glanced at her brother's pale face, not understanding why he had such a strong opinion about Dylan.

But in this situation, they had to save face for Dylan, otherwise

people would think they were rude.

Dylan, "Dylan, let's go. I'll drive you around."

Only then did Dylan step outside, but as he reached the doorway, he glanced back at Preston, still feeling somewhat upset.

"Is your brother everything okay?"

Seeing Dylan pointing at his own head, Edith smiled

awkwardly. "Don't mind him."

After Edith led Dylan away, Rebecca put away her polite smile and faced Preston with a cold expression.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I just don't like him.".

Rebecca wouldn't believe that.

"Are you still upset about Anthony?"

"No."

Preston dropped this statement, picked up his coat, and stood

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"I made plans with someone. I'll leave first."

Watching his back, Rebecca let out a deep sigh.

"Don't keep partying with Anthony every night..."

"Don't worry."

Without looking back, Preston raised his hand and waved casually.

Once he was outside, his expression turned serious.

He took the keys to his sports car from the waiter and quickly drove to Anthony's mansion.

Anthony had taken Henry's case and planned to help Henry sue Eric.

He had just returned from the capital and planned to meet Stella tomorrow to gather information. At the moment, he was at home.

After Preston entered the mansion, he navigated his way to the living room. Before he even stopped moving, he caught a strong smell of red wine.

Anthony was leaning on the bar counter, his suit and white shirt partially undone, revealing scars from being cut by a knife, which looked fierce and eye-catching under the lights.