CHAPTER 67 : CARLOS ALAISTER
"For vacation?" Evander asked, surprised that Alexander was leaving this early.
"Hmmm." Alexander replied without turning, waving his hand as his back faced Evander, his sculpted muscles doing magic to the female crew members who were unable to tear their gazes away from his diminishing figure.
A whirlwind of thoughts were stirring in Alexander's mind, but he only had a smirk on his face, knowing what he was about to do.
*NEXT DAY, LUNARA BEACH, 8 PM*
Alexander stepped inside a beachside bar, looking completely out of place in his black turtleneck with black blazer and pants and bag, a stark contrast to the colourful, funky, floral outfits of the locals.
Even the loud music seemed off in front of Alexander Greek God Laurent, his entry dulling every other man present in the room.
Alexander directly went to the bar, not sure what he had been thinking when he decided to come here.
