Bryson Was Such a Crafty Man

Bryson was such a crafty man! He said that on purpose!

Audrey looked at him with admiration.

Kylee was shocked to hear Bryson said the woman he liked was married. Then she was panicked.

"Bryson, it's no rush to get married. There are plenty of beauties in Peace City, there's one suitable for you." Kylee persuaded Bryson to let it go and deeply afraid that Bryson would feel sad and do something bad to get that girl.

"I see, Grandma."

Kylee smiled and patted Audrey and Bryson on the shoulders.

"Alright, it's getting late. You two hurry back to your rooms to rest. I'm tired, too. I'll go upstairs first."

"Goodnight, Grandma."

When Kylee left, Audrey felt relieved, patting her chest.

This risk was finally avoided.

Audrey suddenly thought of something and took out the bag on her side.

"Mr. Bryson, people at the party said that this dress I wore today is an haute couture from Master Phil. Is it true?" Audrey asked.

Bryson nodded.

"It's true. What's wrong?"