After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 1158 Side Story: His Grudge While the person in the bathroom was taking a shower, she picked up the phone and checked it. The lock screen wallpaper was a familiar hand-woven grass ring.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The grass ring was handcrafted by her for Alistair. The first tshe went on a mission to the border, he insisted that she bring back local products. The border environment was harsh - it was either grass, trees, or all sorts of pests. So, she picked swild grass from the roadside, dried it, and made a grass ring for him. But he was thrilled to bits.

Alistair hadn't changed his lock screen since these years.

She knew that Alistair brought her into the hotel last night. Molly didn't even need to check her body and just lifted the blanket to pick up her scattered coat and shoes on the floor.

Growing up together since childhood, she trusted Alistair very much and knew that he wouldn't dare do anything to her.

Today, Molly had to submit the progress of her task at the office. She naturally took Alistair's coat and quickly dressed herself up before leaving quietly.

When Alistair finished taking a shower and cout, there was no one in the room.

He wiped his damp short hair with a towel and muttered under his breath, "What a scumbag! She just left after taking advantage ofwithout taking care of the aftermath." Ding dong - The phone on the bedside table beeped with a notification sound, and Alistair walked over to check it.

The invincible and super beautiful Momo: "Thanks, it's getting cooler outside. | borrowed a windbreaker. If you have time, cto my hto take it." The invincible and super beautiful Momo: "You know how my dad is, don't let him know | got drunk last night. Let's have dinner another day." Finally, she added a "heart" emoji at the end.

Seeing the emoji, Alistair's resentment disappeared. He quickly found Malcolm's phone number in his contacts and edited a short message to send to him.

"Uncle Malcolm, | had a fever last night on set and Molly cto see me. It was too late for her to go back, so | let her stay in the dorm arranged by the crew. In the morning, my fever went down and she had already gone back to NIB." After finishing everything proficiently, Alistair brought a hair dryer to blow dry the hair.

The phone rang again, and this tit was a call from the agent Dominic.

As soon as the call connected, Dominic's anxious voice cthrough almost immediately, "Where are you?" Alistair casually replied, "In the hotel, just finished showering." "Do you still have tto take a shower? You went into the club last night and cout with a woman in your arms. This has been caught on camera and it's now trending online!" Alistair calmly blow-dried his hair. "So what if | carried a woman out? It's not a big deal. Besides, I'm an actor, not an idol. | can date if | want to." Dominic replied with annoyance, "Are you trying to killand inherit my pile of bank loans? Most of your fans are young girls who consider themselves true love fans, girlfriend fans or wife fans. As a top male star, dating is equivalent to destroying your career and losing your fan base." "Destroying my career?" Alistair was stunned for a moment before becoming serious. "That won't do. You need to arrange for the public relations team to issue a statement immediately. My dad said that if | can't make it in showbiz, then | need to go back hto inherit the family business - which is something that | don't want." "... Can you please giveyour dad?" Dominic muttered under his breath.

The professional public relations team worked efficiently and Dominic even posted a statement on Alistair's Twitter account stating that he had only hugged his sister and had no intention of dating anyone at this time.

His fans quickly expressed their belief in him without any need for fake accounts or paid supporters from the PR team - their fan club was quick at clearing up negative news about him and by noon, everything had died down completely.

Since that night, Alistair had been busy with filming schedules as well as high-end endorsements while Molly went off on her own mission at Crana border where she would be gone for almost half a month.

As filming drew near its end point and with Alistair having wrapped up shooting already; there was going to be an end-of-filming banquet held by the crew in celebration of their hard work thus far.

While they were en route towards their destination via car service provided by production; Alistair received notification on his phone halfway through which made him smile brightly, "I'm not going anymore. Instead, we're heading straight towards the airport".

Dominic couldn't help but ask curiously, "What are you planning now? The banquet is being held specifically for you since you're one of our main leads. How could you possibly skip out on attending it?" "My sister's coming back! She must have been starving over there so | should go pick her up first," replied Alistair happily before adding nonchalantly, "... and just tell them over there that I'm feeling unwell so they should enjoy themselves without me." Dominic shook his head helplessly while muttering under his breath once more, "All he ever thinks about is his sister... does she even care about him like he does her?" A message tone sounded from Alistair's phone again causing him look down briefly before turning serious once more as he spoke aloud, "... scratch that last plan. Let's go straight towards Myrtlegrove Neighborhoods instead." Dominic was stunned. Having worked for Alistair for so long, he knew that this was the residence of Molly's boyfriend.

"Are you crazy? She's already with her boyfriend. Why do you have to go and make trouble? | see you as a troublemaker." Alistair remained silent but persisted in a firm tone, "Go to Myrtlegrove Neighborhoods." Dominic couldn't argue with him and could only sigh.

The car parked at the entrance of the residential area, and Alistair, fully armed once again, instructed Dominic to take the car and head to the wrap-up banquet. He entered the residential area alone.

Arriving at the building, Alistair confidently entered the elevator and went up to the 15th floor, arriving at Archer's door.

As he raised his hand to knock on the door, a sharp cracking sound echoed from inside.

The noise was so loud that it can be heard clearly in the corridor.

Next, there was the sound of arguing.

"Archer, what did | do to you again?!" "What do you say, Molly? What is your relationship with that guy from the Callahan family?" "He is the son of my godfather, and my younger brother." "You have no blood relation, so what's the point of calling him your brother? The day you got drunk at the club, he carried you out and it made the news. Although they didn't mention it explicitly, | could tell from the pictures that he was carrying you! | even asked around and found out that you went to a hotel with him that night and stayed there all night. What were you doing, just chatting under the covers? Molly, why are you pretending?" "Can you please not speak in such a harsh manner? This matter is not as you think it is." "What is that? Every twe argue, you run to find another man. What do you expectto think? How can | still trust you?" Soon, Molly softened her tone. "I'm sorry, | didn't handle things well. But believe me, there's really nothing between him and me. | wouldn't even like a man six years younger than me. | used to feed him with a bottle when he was little, treating him like my own brother. Please trust me, I'll never leave you and I'll find a way to convince my family to accept you." Outside the door, Alistair leaned against the wall while the two of them argued loudly, their voices clearly audible.

His hand in his pocket tightened, and his face turned a little pale.

He didn't leave, he just listened silently.

Listening to those words that always make him feel deeply hurt, he tried to persuade himself not to love her anymore, to give up, as there was no future in it.