Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)

He did not believe that an unbreakable lock could exist. It was just a matter of time.

However, this incident also taught Elijah a lesson. Sometimes, things that were too safe could actually be risky. It was always better to have a backup when it came to things like keys.

Hart raised his gaze and furrowed his brows slightly. "You mean... we should make this matter bigger and divert people's attention?"

They would also make it seem like the key's only purpose was money.

That way, it would be inevitable for people to fight over it, both openly and behind closed doors. However, if it only involved money, it was indeed the simplest thing to do. Not to mention, most people couldn't earn 50 million dollars even if they worked their whole lives. How could they not fight for it?

Based on the speechless expressions of the two managers in charge, they could tell how outsiders would react.

The Double Dragon Buckle's blueprint had been lost, so it was difficult to ensure that the culprit wasn't living among them. Even though they still had the original copy, it still wasn't good news. Pursing his lips, Elijah could not help but feel a little uneasy.noveldrama

"Since it can't be carried out in secret, then let's be open about it. Instead of keeping it under wraps, we should take control of the situation. It's not necessarily a bad thing to be in a weak position. If there are people fighting over it, that means there must be people looking for it. With more manpower, we might be able to get the original back. We have to prepare for every scenario. Even if they get the key, it's won't be easy to open the vault. We can take the initiative! That's how we'll do it. Right now, we need to figure out how to convince the outside world that this is only related to money."

Hart glanced at him and made his reply.

"It doesn't matter if they believe it or not. In the end, everyone will only trust their own opinion, aside from us, because we're directly involved in the situation. Nobody can be sure of the truth until everything is revealed at the end."

Hudson nodded and added, "As long as deal with things on our side, everyone else will have to believe us."

"Indeed. That's basically what I meant."

Gently drumming his fingers, Elijah shifted his gaze over to Hudson.

"At the moment, what we fear most is the unexpected. It's not like we can stop our clients from coming here. If we make a mistake right now, we might lose everything! If people with ulterior motives join hands to cause trouble, we might not be able to pay off all the liquidated damages even if we sell off Triumphoods Group."

"Because of that, we have to strike first!" Hart chimed in.

Hudson subconsciously curled his lips. "I don't think smaller insurance policies will be that drastic, and I doubt we'll have problems with bigger ones like life insurance. The only issues left are important documents and property..."

The latter was easier to deal with, but the former would be troublesome. Elijah nodded gravely.

"That's why we have to stop things before they even begin. On the outside, we have to appear tense, while maintaining a relaxed attitude on the inside. If we want to make a police report, we have to follow it up with an announcement. We need to get a few inner representatives, and we can't afford to make any mistakes. We should only count on reliable people so that we don't end up owing favors to evildoers. If there's anything we need, let's not delay it. He wanted to go see the painting, right? We can make one for him. It will be good to get lawyers and professionals to help us out. Besides that, we can go to his house and make some trouble. I doubt he would be able to stay calm even in the face of such chaos. We have to make sure the policy remains. If we can't do things the normal way, we'll just have to take a different path. Hudson, you go to the police station. Hart, keep an eye on inner affairs. You guys need to cooperate fully. If there are any difficulties, I will help you! If anyone deceives us or leaks more information, you guys are the ones I'm going to question."

A hint of rare viciousness flashed in Elijah's eyes as he stared at them with a warning glare.

"Got it!"

"Yes, Master Elijah!"

Then, they exchanged information and meticulously divided the work.

Two weeks after that, Elijah seemed to have gone missing. He didn't show up again.

The sun rose and set, and in the

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blink of an eye, another day came. The beauty of nightlife once again came alive under the dim light. Meanwhile, in Misty's Nightclub, Carolen feebly leaned against the side of the bar counter after walking

around for a while. She raised her hand and lightly knocked on the counter.

"A margarita, please."

Soon, a gorgeous cocktail was pushed over. The bartender asked, "Are you in a bad mood? Or maybe you're missing someone? It's been a long time since you've ordered a drink."

Margaritas were known as the second most popular cocktails in the world, second only to martinis.

As for the margarita's origin, it was

said that in 1926, a bartender called Jean Durasa went to a foreign country and fell in love with a woman named Margarita. Tha country became the birthplace of their romance. Once, when they went hunting, Margarita was hit by a stray bullet. She ended up passing away in the arms of her lover. Thus,

Jean Durasa used tequila as the base for the cocktail and used the sour taste of lemon juice to

represent the sour feeling in his heart, while salt represented the

tears of grief that he had shed. In the end, he produced the cocktail,

named margarita. With that

concoction, he won first place in the

1949 American Cocktail

Competition.

From what the bartender remembered, ever since Carolien took over the bar, she seemed to only have one person in her heart. At the start, she drank nearly every night, then only once a month, then once every few months. It seemed to have been a long time since she drank anything.

What was going on that day?

Glancing at the bartender, Carolien lifted her glass and took a sip. "You're so meddlesome, Tony. I'm just testing your mixing skills, okay? I don't want you to get rusty."

Frowning, Carolien said, "Mm, sour and salty. It's not sweet at all."

Shaking his head, the young and handsome bartender smiled. She was definitely in a terrible mood.

He turned around and went to greet the other guests.

She fluttered her big eyes and stared at the beautiful cocktail on the table. Carolien's gaze subconsciously fell on her mobile phone at the side, and an unspeakably erotic scene flashed in her mind. Her red lips instantly drooped.

Tsk. He sure had the audacity to ask her to wait for his call when he hadn't even texted her.

All of a sudden, she felt indescribably dejected. Carolien clutched her small head and shook it violently.

What was going on? Why was she missing him so badly? Had she really been single for too long? Was that why things had backfired after she took the initiative to flirt with him?

She wasn't that weak, was she?

She wasn't the type to fall for rich men like him, who wanted people at his beck

and call.

For some reason, though, it was as if she had been possessed. She glanced around, but Carolien was still dispirited and could not bring herself to do anything. She was so bored. She didn't want to work, nor did she want to dance.

Just then, a waiter rushed over.

"Miss Jones, come and have a look! The guest at table four is making trouble. He

doesn't want to pay the bill and insists on giving an IOU note, saying that he's a regular. He's Mr. Crouch's nephew. It isn't his first time doing this."

She looked back and saw a young couple. She couldn't say she knew exactly who they were. Carolien was a little annoyed. "Let him do it. Tell him that I'll be collecting interest at a rate of 3 percent a day. He can take as long as he wants. At the end of the month, I'll get Mr. Luther's people

to collect his interest.

All that man did was cause trouble. Was he trying to take advantage of her?