Chapter 31: The Scheme of the Intern

I couldn't help myself, "What kind of clothes are you wearing?"

He had a haughty look on his face, " Normal clothes."

I gave him a nudge on his arm, "Do you think we look like runaway lovers this way?"

He looked askance at me, "What do you think?"

It was time for dinner and we went to a private dining restaurant, which Elias had suggested.

When we were about to go back after dinner, I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure standing by a Maybach with a woman, who was hot and pretty, wrapping her arms around the man's waist and acting coquettishly.

The man stroked her head lovingly.

A few seconds later, the man lowered his head and kissed her in public.

I took out my phone and snapped the scene quietly.

I was not nosy as such things happened very often in France.

But what was unusual was that the man was Silvan.

Elias saw it all, too.

"Doesn't he... have a wife and kids?"