Chapter 461

Blowing a few million bucks in one night? No biggie. These girls knew what they were getting into when they showed up; they knew the kind of weirdos they’d run into. Their choice, their problem.

Elizabeth was about to leave the wild sixth floor when she overheard someone whisper, “Is Mr. Tudor really here?” What kind of woman does Mr. Tudor like? If I don’t hook up with him tonight, my mom’s going to kill me. I can’t mess this up.

Not far off, near the emergency exit, a girl in skimpy clothes was on the phone. Elizabeth bit her lip, hiding in the shadows. The girl kept talking, “Mr. Tudor’s ex and current girl are both on the ship. This is a nightmare. Can you help me out?” The call ended, and the girl sounded like she was about to cry.

Elizabeth squinted, picking up on the key details. She cleared her throat, and the girl whipped her head around. The girl couldn’t see Elizabeth, but Elizabeth had a clear view of her. She looked really young.

“Looking for Alexander?” Elizabeth asked.

The girl freaked out. “Were you eavesdropping?”

“Do you like Alexander?” Elizabeth ignored her and pressed on.

The girl clammed up and tried to walk past Elizabeth. Elizabeth grabbed her arm. The girl, taking advantage of Elizabeth’s distraction, stomped on her foot and bolted. Elizabeth winced and stepped back. The girl was gone. Elizabeth muttered a curse under her breath. She just wanted to warn the girl that Alexander was bad news, especially with Esme on the ship tonight. Trying to get with Alexander in front of Esme? She might end up overboard.

Elizabeth headed to the lounge area. She sighed, looking at the black mark on her foot, feeling a bit helpless. She sat down and reached for a tissue to clean her shoe. Suddenly, someone plopped down next to her and said lazily, “Let me do it.”

Elizabeth turned. It was Ivan. He draped his suit jacket over his legs and lifted her ankle. Using a wet tissue, he cleaned her shoe. Elizabeth stared at him, shocked. Where did he come from? Ivan’s fingers gently held her ankle, his touch warm. Elizabeth couldn’t help but look at him again.

Just as Ivan looked up, their eyes met, and he smiled warmly. “Getting stepped on by a little girl, huh? That’s pretty embarrassing.”

Elizabeth turned her head. “Mind your own business.”

“You’re too old to be acting so bratty.”

“Ivan, I’m not that old,” Elizabeth shot back. She was only twenty-four!

“You’re exactly four months older than me. So, yeah, you’re older,” Ivan said, his eyes twinkling.

Elizabeth noticed he had cleaned her shoe but was still holding her ankle, so she quickly pulled her leg back. She straightened his suit jacket and asked, “Do you still want this?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” He grabbed it and draped it over his arm. Elizabeth was surprised. Weren’t they both germaphobes? If it were Alexander, he definitely wouldn’t want it back.

“Elizabeth,” Ivan suddenly said.

“Ivan, don’t tempt me,” Elizabeth warned him seriously. She wasn’t someone he could mess with, and there was no way they…