Chapter 673
Chapter 673:
Just then, Julia returned, trailed by two maids hauling hefty bags of fresh vegetables.
“Ms. Harper, you’re awake? Patrick and Mr. Dalton Harper stepped out for the day. Mr. Harper asked me to tell you this. He is planning to get back into acting and has an audition today. They needed a young actor, so he brought Patrick along p>
Brenna nodded, eating her meal slowly. “Doesn’t Patrick dislike Dalton? Why would he tag along p>
Julia looked surprised. “I thought Patrick was fond of Mr. Harper p>
Brenna didn’t press the issue. She finished her food, slung her bag over her shoulder, and left for the office.
Meanwhile, reporters were pounding on the door of a suite at the Empire Hotel.
“Open the door! Prince Maxley, would you care to explain the public scene you and your wife pulled on the street? Was it a staged act p>
“Are you representing the Plieca royal family p>
“What’s the reason behind this p>
Rosie and Maxley were fuming, with Maxley on the verge of losing it over the relentless reporters.
Earlier that morning, just past five, he had been jolted awake to find himself sprawled in the middle of a busy intersection. The streets were quiet at that hour, but street cleaners were already at work. One of them had shaken him awake.
The cleaner, a man in his fifties, was snapping photos of him with his phone, having already taken several.
Maxley woke up dazed, not realizing where he was, aching all over. He felt weak and was shivering.
“Who let you into my room, you disgusting old man?” he barked at the cleaner, furious at being yanked from a dream where he was partying with top celebrities worldwide.
“Did you toss these tissues? Absolutely revolting!” the cleaner shot back.
𝗨𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻
Maxley’s senses snapped into focus. He realized he was lying naked in the street, clutching a woman covered in what looked like hickeys. Her hair was a tangled mess, hiding her face, but he knew she was Rosie.
Memories from the night before rushed back. He recalled heading to another room with Ethan, who had suddenly become enthusiastic, signing a contract and drinking heavily with him. Rosie had drunk a lot, too.
After that, his recollection blurred, probably from too much alcohol. But given his current situation, something awful must have happened, though he couldn’t piece together why he had ended up here.
He slapped Rosie hard to wake her up.
Rosie groaned, quickly realizing she was naked in the middle of the intersection. Several cars waited at the traffic lights, their headlights spotlighting her.
Some drivers had even stepped out of their cars, snapping close-up photos of her.
Within minutes, a crowd of about twenty had gathered, taking pictures and posting them online. Some even recognized them.
“Wow, is this some kind of performance art? Foreigners are truly wild p>