Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband novel Chapter 679

After receiving the cigarette, Byron lit it without saying a word.

The light in the box was dim.

Seeing his silence, Harry filled in the gaps and said, "It seems that Cora can't control you after all."

Byron took another deep puff of the cigarette and did not respond to him. Instead, he talked about other topics with Harry and the others.

In fact, he wished that Cora would have some control over him.

But she didn't even care about the lip mark on his shirt, let alone where he went.

However, Byron was unaware that his silence on these issues just now was seen as an endorsement of Harry's words that Cora couldn't control him.

Evie dressed sexy and served alcohol to these rich young men in the box.

Since the night the manager bumped into her greeting Byron, she had been arranged to serve in this box.

She had been worried that Byron didn't come to this place often.

And she would waste her most brilliant time in this box.

But fortunately, God treated her kindly. God brought Byron right before her on her second day of work in this box.

Coupled with the earlier communication between Byron and Harry, she felt that Byron was a romantic person.

If she put in some effort, it would be possible to have him under control.

Just like Elwood before. Even though he had a family, he would come whenever she called.

Evie thought that once she had Byron under control, she could get rid of Elwood and live a life of luxury without having to work.

Perhaps she could even flaunt Byron before Cora and make her jealous.

Philip saw that Evie was about to use tissues to clean up the mess and suddenly had a mischievous idea. "No need to clean it up. As long as you drink this whole bottle of liquor, this thing will be over."

If it weren't for Byron's presence, his request could have been even more audacious, like taking off naked on the spot or giving a blowjob.

But Byron didn't enjoy such activities, so Philip restrained himself in front of him.

Evie glanced at the bottle of expensive liquor that Philip pointed at, worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Evie had never tasted such a high-priced alcohol, equivalent to her monthly salary, and was tempted to try it.

But when she glanced at Byron and found that he didn't even look at her, she suddenly had another idea.

"Mr. Atkins, I can't drink alcohol. Could you please let me go?" She put on a pitiful face.