Tangled Temptations

Chapter 315

In the elevator, several bodyguards surrounded Brett.

Orlena squeezed herself against the edge of the elevator, looking frail after just having had her stomach pumped due to an overdose of sleeping pills.

She tried her hardest to get closer to Brett. The bodyguards, all looking menacing, blocked her way, leaving her looking rather pitiful.

Donny, watching the scene, couldn't help but laugh.

Brett spoke up, "Let her through."

A path was cleared, and Orlena managed to squeeze her way next to Brett. She stuck her tongue out at the bodyguards, a playful act that was rather adorable.

Brett couldn't help but think back to the baby bottle in her bag. His lips curled up into a light smile.

His previously weary body suddenly felt much more relaxed. He thought to himself, was this the magic of young girls? The ability to make one feel completely

at ease.

Brett's hotel suite was grand, covering an area of about 300 square meters. Inside, there was even a mini gym.

As busy as he was, he ordered food to be brought up once inside. Donny immediately went to arrange it.

In less than half an hour, a table full of rich Southern-style food was wheeled in by the chef. Still engrossed in his documents, Brett casually said, "Young girls these days love spicy food, don't they? You don't mind, do you?"

Orlena hurriedly shook her head. "No, no, not at all."

The three of them ate together. It was clear that Donny was Brett's right-hand man, and he knew how to keep the atmosphere light during meals, often cracking jokes.

Orlena wasn't used to spicy food. After a few bites, the spice hit her throat, and her eyes became even more red. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She poked at the poached fish in her bowl and whispered in protest, "Why do we have to eat in the hotel suite? The spicy smell is going to linger forever."

Hmph, what a load of crap about young girls loving spicy food. It was clear that Brett himself loved spicy food.

Brett had noticed this earlier but didn't say anything. The sight of her face turning red from the spice was rather amusing. He gave Donny a look.

Donny understood and said with a smile, "Well, Mr. Brett can't exactly dine out due to his status. Seems like you're not a fan of this dish. I'll order something else for you."

Orlena's eyes welled up with tears. "I want fried chicken and smoothie."

"I used to have it all the time when Eloise made it for me." She added.

She brought up Eloise. Brett chuckled lightly. This silly girl wasn't completely clueless after all. He quietly ordered Donny, "Get her some fried chicken and smoothie."

surprised. Mr. Brett was never this indulgent with others.

fried chicken and smoothie were soon

window, thoroughly enjoying her food. Brett never ate much, which was why he could maintain his physique and charm even after being in

beautiful young girl. She was well taken care of by the

and not too long ago, she was arguing with her

felt a

"Mr. Brett, the person is here. Do

Brett nodded.

"Should we move to the

thought for a moment. "No, let's stay here. It's nothing

She swung her legs and said cheerfully, "Brett, you go ahead with your work. We can talk about our stuff

could this little girl possibly have to discuss with Mr.

Brett didn't respond.

people, all of them successful individuals in their 30s and 40s. They all

was leaving, she

others prying into his affairs. He casually

to plead for her brother, but Brett had so many

she couldn't hold out anymore and fell asleep on the sofa, hugging

saw off the last group of visitors. He was exhausted, but he was used to having a glass of red

suite was

changed into a

composed. He held

wine, observing

on the sofa. The lights from outside the floor-to-ceiling window cast a colorful glow

look as if she was

glass. She looked beautiful.

himself, how could there be a child who could sleep so soundly? So innocent and

up. She rubbed her eyes and sat up on the sofa. She was

recognized the man in front of her

"You're awake?"

glass and smiled faintly. "Aren't you scared of sleeping in a stranger's

and said matter-of-factly, "No, I'm not scared. You're Eloise's uncle... I call you

of his hand, he could touch her cloud-like hair, but he

tame her unruly hair. Her

watched her, images flashing through

was a

he smiled. She was surrounded by good-looking men, her brother being one in a million. But Brett's smile