?<strong>Chapter 919:</strong>


    Since Brook took her, Elyse had beenpletely disconnected from the online world. Only she understood her deep yearning to reconnect and browse the inte freely.


    When Jayden finished his work, he saw that Elyse was deeply absorbed in her game. He thought to himself that he needed to hurry to retrieve her phone. It was also time for a visit to Brook. Lately, Jayden found it increasingly difficult to gauge what Brook was nning.


    “Keep ying. I need to step out for a while, but I’ll be back soon,” Jayden said as he got up and reached 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 then nodded. “Alright, go ahead. Just make sure youe back quickly.” Such a food enthusiast.


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


    Jayden had another phone, which he used to send a message to Brook, setting up a meeting. Brook had predicted Jayden would reach out and was already waiting in a secluded room at a restaurant. As Jayden walked in, he found Brook already sipping whiskey.


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    “Whiskey in the middle of the day? You really know how to live it up,” Jayden said as he removed his jacket and epted the drink Brook offered.


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


    Jayden raised an eyebrow and looked at Brook. Probing, he asked, “Charlie’s gone and you’re celebrating? Shouldn’t you and Enzo be more troubled?”


    Brook caught the undertone in Jayden’s question but chose not to borate. “Indeed, I should be upset. But I’d rather have a drink with you, Jayden. Congrattions are in order.”


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


    Lifting his head, Brook leaned against the cushion on the sofa. No one could discern his emotions at that moment. After some time, he said slowly, “Probably. I’ve been too exhaustedtely and got drunk the moment I touched the alcohol.”


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


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