Chapter 647 Threw Herself at Mr. Alfie

The women were racking their brains for an excuse to get close to Alfie, to leave an impression he wouldn’t forget.

Alfie wasn’t just handsome–he radiated authority. And he was the future heir of the Woodward Group!

If any of them could become Alfie’s girlfriend, they’d never have to worry about money or luxury again.

But right then, in front of everyone, Alfie strode straight toward Una, ignoring the admiring glances of all the women around him!

“Una, how did you get so drunk?” Alfie’s tone was part scolding, but mostly filled with genuine concern.

Everyone froze. Even Tilda.

Sometimes, a single look could speak volumes. Tilda couldn’t know if Alfie would always look at Una this way, but for now… it was clear he wasn’t just playing around. He probably didn’t even realize how his eyes were sparkling, shining like the stars had gathered just for her. It was almost the same way Jude looked at Tilda.

Una lifted her head, blinking through her drunken haze. “Huh… Alfie, what are you doing here… I feel so dizzy… No, I need another drink… I need to celebrate that Tilda praised the game we designed…”

She wobbled, nearly toppling over, but Alfie caught her by the arm, pulling her into his embrace. Feeling her flushed, soft cheeks against him, the faint scent of her hair and skin, Alfie’s heart skipped a beat. A completely new sensation washed over him. Countless women had chased Alfie before, but none had stirred so much as a flicker in his chest.

Alfie wasn’t like Maurice, who couldn’t resist a pretty body. He usually pushed women away politely because he found them “annoying.” But this time he couldn’t let go. … His limbs felt heavy and powerless. All he wanted was to hold her close.

In that moment, Alfie realized what he had been feeling all along. This woman, Una … she’s the one.

“Whoa!” Gasps rippled through the crowd.

The women gritted their teeth, filled with jealousy and fury. She actually threw herself at Mr. Alfie! How shameless! How bold! She’s embarrassing all of us educated, independent women with her behavior! Mr. Alfie, push her away! Aren’t you usually so refined that you wouldn’t even touch a drunk woman, let alone one with no looks, no figure, no charm?

Meanwhile, the men buzzed like they’d stumbled onto a scandal, desperate to see what would happen next. Nobody dared to take photos. After all, Nightingale Bar had cameras, and Alfie would come after them. But Alfie couldn’t stop them from watching. Everyone was glued to the scene, eating up drama. A big–name scandal was too tempting! They were already counting themselves lucky to witness it firsthand.

“Una, you’re drunk. Stop drinking. I’ll take you to the lounge to rest…”

Alfie was about to guide her away when Una vomited.

“Ugh!”

It splattered all over Alfie’s custom–made suit, worth hundreds of thousands. Even Tilda couldn’t help but facepalm.

Una, you idiot! This is mortifying! Everyone froze. What the hell just happened? Is this real? They thought it was a scene straight out of a TV drama. Never in their lives had they imagined seeing it happen in reality. A CEO, drenched in a woman’s vomit, right here in a bar … In real life, he’d probably be fuming.

After the incident, Una sobered instantly. She wasn’t usually a lightweight. It was just that the “Mona Lisa” cocktail had hit her all at once, scrambling her brain. Once she recovered, she felt much better. But seeing Alfie soaked in her vomit made her wish she could vanish into the floor. She was mortified. What the heck! What have I done?!

“Um… This suit… it’s expensive, right? I–I’ll pay you back…” Her voice trembled. She knew it was a top–tier, custom designer piece. It easily cost hundreds of thousands. Her entire yearly allowance didn’t even come close. Repaying it would take over a decade.

Thinking about starting her career and already carrying hundreds of thousands in debt, Una felt utterly crushed.