Chapter 919:

Since Brook took her phone, Elyse had been completely disconnected from the online world. Only she understood her deep yearning to reconnect and browse the internet freely.

When Jayden finished his work, he saw Elyse deeply absorbed in her game. He decided he needed to hurry and retrieve her phone. It was also time to visit Brook. Lately, Jayden found it increasingly difficult to predict Brook's plans.

“Keep playing. I need to step out for a while, but I’ll be back soon,” Jayden said, rising and reaching for his jacket.

Elyse looked up, annoyed. “Aren’t we supposed to eat? At least have something before you leave.”

“I’ll pick up your favorite cheese fries and a beef burger on my way back,” Jayden replied.

Elyse pondered for a moment and nodded. “Alright, go ahead. Just make sure you come back quickly.”

Jayden chuckled softly, holding back a wave of affection, then slipped on his jacket and left.

Jayden used a second phone to message Brook, arranging a meeting. Brook, anticipating Jayden's contact, waited in a secluded restaurant booth. Jayden found Brook already sipping whiskey.

“Whiskey in the middle of the day? You really know how to live it up,” Jayden said, removing his jacket and accepting Brook’s offered drink.

With a slight smile and unreadable eyes, Brook poured Jayden a drink. “It’s been too long since we shared a drink. With Charlie gone, we should celebrate that.”

Jayden raised an eyebrow. “Charlie’s gone and you’re celebrating? Shouldn’t you and Enzo be more troubled?”

Brook noted the undertone but didn’t elaborate. “Indeed, I should be upset. But I’d rather have a drink with you, Jayden. Congratulations are in order.”

Jayden was puzzled by Brook’s demeanor and words. After taking a sip of whiskey, he asked, “How much have you drunk to be this tipsy already?”

Lifting his head, Brook leaned against the sofa cushion. His emotions were unreadable. After a moment, he said slowly, “Probably too much. I’ve been exhausted lately and got drunk easily.”

“Useless! You’ve been overwhelmed by such a small amount of pressure.” . . .