Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 734: Intentionally Getting You Drunk

Before he could finish speaking, Easton interrupted him, sounding indifferent: "What’s wrong with it? Didn’t he want to drown his sorrows with wine? We helped him out and arranged for such a beautiful woman. With all this enjoyment, why shouldn’t he be happy?"

"But..." The man seemed slightly concerned.

Easton frowned, impatiently cutting him off: "Alright, alright, don’t be so indecisive. If the sky falls, I’ll be the one to hold it up first. What are you afraid of? This is settled, no more discussions."

"Young Master Easton, what are you talking about? I don’t understand a word." The woman in his arms cooed, wrapping her arms around his neck and looking at him with a playful tilt of her head.

Easton planted kisses all over the beauty, mumbling, "If you don’t understand, then don’t listen. Come here, my lips are dry, put some lip balm on me."

"Oh, Young Master Easton, you’re so naughty..."

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A night of drunkenness.

When Matthew Saxon woke up, coincidentally, the bathroom door opened.

Softy had just showered and came out wrapped in a towel.

Seeing Matthew awake, she looked delighted, quickly moving to the bedside and asking with concern, "Second Young Master, you’re finally awake."

The woman’s fair and delicate face caught his eye, and Matthew froze momentarily, furrowing his brow.

Softy thought he didn’t remember her and quickly said, "Second Young Master, I’m Softy, the one who drank with you last night."

Early in the morning, a beauty emerging from the bath is undoubtedly an eye-catching sight.

But Matthew’s gaze merely swept over Softy, then withdrew.

He furrowed his brows, his eyes a bit cold: "Why are you still here?"

"Second Young Master was very drunk last night, couldn’t even walk, so I had someone send you to a room in Darknight City and stayed to take care of you."

These were not the details Matthew cared to know.

He looked expressionlessly at Softy, then lifted the blanket, got up, and started dressing item by item.

Softy’s slightly panicked and fearful voice came from behind him: "Second Young Master, are you angry? Actually, nothing happened last night, even though Young Master Easton instructed it, I really didn’t do as he said."

Matthew’s fingers paused at his fine buttons and he turned around, only now truly looking at Softy: "What do you mean?"

Softy bit her lip, a hint of trepidation in her dark eyes, as if fearing something.

"Just tell the truth, don’t worry about anything else. I assure you, nothing will happen to you." Matthew saw her concern and gave her a promise.

With his assurance, Softy’s eyes brightened, almost as if finding a pillar of support, looking at him with admiration and trust: "With your words, Second Young Master, Softy has nothing to fear."

She looked at Matthew like a puppy looking up at its owner.

"Last night, Young Master Easton deliberately made you drunk."

"He wanted me to take photos and videos of you with me..." Softy’s face flushed, revealing a shy expression, "Softy didn’t want to do such things, but I’m just a powerless woman with no background, and I couldn’t dare defy Young Master Easton’s demands."

Matthew had always known Easton Reed was unreliable.

But he hadn’t expected Easton would dare to set him up.

The Reed Family might have money and power, but they can’t compare to the Saxon Family.

Easton clearly knew the disparity between the two families, so for him to attempt such actions, someone must be backing him.