Chapter 14

In the evening, Oprah didn't return to the Harrison house as expected.

Roxanne called her five times in a row, but Oprah didn't answer any calls. Instead, she found an elegant bar and sat at the counter, leisurely sipping her drink.

"So, you're here." Alfred sat down next to Oprah with a smile on his face.

Oprah glanced at him indifferently.

Her eyes were beautiful, with a touch of tenderness.

Alfred was captivated by her gaze. "I called you and sent you messages on WhatsApp, but you ignored me. It made me so sad."

Mockingly, Oprah replied, "I can't understand why Alfred, who seems to be surrounded by countless admirers, would be sad."

Alfred smiled gently. "I'm willing to give up all the admirers for you, Miss Oprah. Can you give me another chance?"

"No," Oprah coldly rejected him, turning her head away. "How did you know I was here?"

"This bar belongs to my friend, who was in the box that day."

As soon as he mentioned that night, Oprah became irritated again, as if she could see Bur