Mr. Fairchild's Rose: She is Wild and Proud-Chapter 179 - 169: Easily Tempted by Her

Young master’s good brother!

"Is this... having his corner of the wall pried away by his own brother?" Miles Hughes inappropriately displayed a bit of sympathy and whispered, "The young master is really pitiable, Young Master Hughes just seems better at sweet-talking women, it looks like it’s really a bit difficult this time."

If this girl is already Young Master Hughes’ girlfriend, then she definitely wouldn’t be coming over now.

Seeing Julian Fairchild about to start drinking again, Miles Hughes closed his eyes tightly, "Forget it, a dead horse can be treated as if it’s alive!"

He focused his eyes, "Her name is Maeve Lane, right."

Maeve Lane.

What a coincidence, the fiancée the master arranged for the young master is reportedly also surnamed Lane.

Miles quickly found Maeve Lane’s contact information in the address book and dialed out.

It’s already ten o’clock at night, I wonder if this girl is asleep yet? 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

...

Maeve Lane stood on the bridge of the school blowing in the wind, the night wind was a bit cold, but it felt comfortable brushing over one’s body.

It was cool and refreshing, bringing some clarity to the mind.

At this moment, her phone rang.

The girl didn’t look at the display, and answered directly.

...

Seeing the phone display showing a call in progress with no sound from the other side, Miles Hughes introduced himself first, "Hello, Miss Lane, I am... a staff member from ’The Final Hour’ bar, Mr. Julian Fairchild is drunk, we found your number from his phone, may I ask if you have time to come over now?"

He originally wanted to say young master.

But almost violated Julian Fairchild’s taboo.

Upon hearing the name "Julian Fairchild", Maeve Lane felt a sense of being a world apart.

It seemed she hadn’t seen him for a long time.

"Can’t he come back by himself?" Maeve Lane was actually quite curious, just how drunk does one have to be, since Julian Fairchild didn’t seem like the type who would drink himself into a stupor.

"No, Mr. Julian Fairchild is already passed out drunk..." Miles Hughes was deeply worried about Julian Fairchild’s lifelong happiness and said, gritting his teeth: "If you don’t come, we can only throw him out!"

Julian Fairchild seemed not to notice Miles Hughes’ small actions, eyelids lowered, as he gulped down his drink, his Adam’s apple rolling up and down.

Upon hearing this, Maeve Lane frowned, "Don’t throw him out, I’ll come over now."

Seeing the objective achieved, Miles Hughes didn’t say much more—speaking more might give it away.

He put the phone back in front of Julian Fairchild, "Young Master, I just called Miss Maeve Lane."

Julian Fairchild’s fingers moved slightly, lying back on the sofa, looking a bit despondent, "Did she refuse?"

Miles thought to himself that sure enough, the young master was indeed quite angry, the brotherly bond between Young Master Hughes and his young master for so many years, now downgraded to being just a ’Hughes’!

He sighed internally and said, "No, no, Miss Maeve Lane said she’s coming right over! Young master, please wait a moment!"

Upon hearing this, Julian Fairchild’s body stiffened, and his drunken mind gained a moment of clarity.

After several seconds, he said, "Mirror."

"Huh?" Miles Hughes leaned in, thinking he had misheard something, "What did you say?"

"Mirror." Julian Fairchild said, and actually wanted to pull off his clothes.

Miles Hughes felt a headache, "I’ll, I’ll go find it for you now, young master make sure you’re properly dressed, there’s nothing to change into if you take them off now!"

Julian Fairchild then stopped.

Thus, Miles Hughes searched the bar inside and out to find a mirror for Julian Fairchild.

But only found a small lady’s makeup mirror.

Julian Fairchild looked into the mirror, and the next second, broke it with a frown.

Miles Hughes: "..."

You can’t guess what’s on the young master’s mind! What’s this strange ritual of looking in the mirror while drinking!

Just as Miles Hughes wanted to check if Julian Fairchild’s hand was injured, the sound of staff came from the door, "Miss, how many people?"

"I’m looking for someone, you called earlier... Where is Julian Fairchild?"

Miles turned around instantly, understanding why both the young master and Young Master Hughes were so enchanted by this girl named Maeve Lane.

He didn’t see clearly last time, but this time, he saw thoroughly.

The woman at the bar entrance was wearing a midriff-baring outfit, slender but with a great figure, enough to make every man present a little restless, eyes showing a predatory gaze, her delicate white waist could be encircled with one hand, below the ultra-short shorts were a pair of dazzling straight and slender legs.

Her features were stunningly beautiful, her upturned fox-like eyes exuded a bewitching allure, yet in her pupils lay coldness.

Such strong contrast.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps the intense desire for the person in front, Julian Fairchild only needed a glance from afar to have his desires easily stirred by her.