After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 1156 Side Story: Definition Of Maturity

Chapter 1156 Side Story: Definition of Maturity

Individual biographies of the kids when they grew up.

Time flied, twelve years later.

A pure black luxury limousine sped through the night and came to a steady stop at the entrance of a

high-end club.

The car door opened and a young man was about to get out when he was pulled back by his agent

Dominic Ross from behind.

"Oh my lord, do you have to go in? Do you know how big the impact will be if the paparazzi catch us?"

Dominic was anxious.

Alistair raised his eyebrows, with a nonchalant expression on his face. "So what if they know? If they

have the ability, let them destroy my career."

Dominic knew he couldn't argue with him. At sixteen, Alistair gained fame by playing the role of a pure-

hearted, naive young man in a popular idol drama. His exceptional acting skills and outstanding looks

overshadowed even the male lead and second male lead.

His exquisite deep blue eyes became famous, especially after a stunning tearful scene that propelled

him to stardom. Despite his young age, he won numerous awards within the industry and quickly

became the hottest A-list celebrity.

In addition, he had the entire Callahan family as his background support. Even if he really got into

trouble, his father Anthony can just snap his fingers and help him out, at most getting a good beating

when he got home.

Dominic can only indulge. "So, be careful and wear your mask tightly. Come out as soon as possible."

Alistair nodded and put on a black mask and baseball cap. He tightened his windbreaker and fully

armed himself before getting out of the car. In just two seconds, he slipped into the clubhouse.

He found the corresponding room number and pushed open the door.

The room was dimly lit and filled with a strong smell of alcohol. Three or five men and women turned

their heads towards the door at the same time.

Alistair took off his mask and hat, revealing his extremely handsome face, which caused both men and

women in the room to take a few more glances.

"Hey Molly, the big star is here to pick you up. Why do you insist on that scumbag when there's such a

handsome guy next to you?"

Alistair frowned and asked, "Is she getting drunk again because of that scumbag?"

"Isn't it? The two of them are quarreling about breaking up again."

Alistair's gaze fell on the girl sitting in the main seat of the sofa, Molly, who was wearing a military green

T-shirt with long pants. She held a high wine glass filled with red wine between her fingertips, and her

black hair hung loosely over her left shoulder. Her stunning face was flushed with intoxicating blush,

and there was a hint of seductive haze in her eyes. Her eyes were red, indicating that she had been

through some emotional turmoil.

In her alluring and captivating demeanor, Molly exuded a mix of sensuality and sophistication, while still

maintaining a strong and confident presence. Her face bore a striking resemblance to Lyra when she

was young, capturing her essence from years past.

He sighed silently and a hint of pain flickered in his eyes. He looked at the others and said, "You guys

go out first."

When Alistair spoke, who dared not to listen?

Molly's friends in the army were very tactful and left one by one.

As the people around suddenly stood up and left, Molly was completely bewildered. She slurred, "We

agreed to stay until we're all drunk. Who dares to leave, coward!"

Alistair stopped her waving arms, "Momo, stop it."

The young man's originally clear voice deliberately deepened a bit. Molly didn't realize it at first and

squinted at him.

In her blurry vision, his face was carved out of the same mold as someone else's serious expression.

She was confused, "Anthony?"

Alistair sat down next to her, "Take a closer look at who I am."

She shook her dizzy head and looked closely again. "Milk tofu?"

Her face immediately darkened for a second as she firmly pinched his cheek. "You're so bold! How

dare you call me without respect? Call me sister!"

"Ah..." Molly had much more strength than he did and when she pinched him hard enough he winced in

pain and gasped for air before saying anything else. "Sister, my bad... I make my living off of my looks."

Only then did Molly let go of him and pick up the high-heeled glass again to drink the rich red wine.

He rubbed his face with an aggrieved expression in his eyes but couldn't vent anywhere.

Molly poured another glass of red wine while unconsciously looking at the watch on her wrist. "It's so

late already. You should hurry back home to sleep since you have to rush for your events tomorrow as

a big star! Don't disturb me anymore."

"My task is to take you home," he said while grabbing Molly's glass away from her hand. "Don't drink

anymore. It's not worth ruining your body over some scumbag."

Molly had drunken eyes but mysteriously approached him anyway, "I'm not that stupid! I just wanted

some fun for myself. After all, there are plenty of men out there besides just him right?"

He frowned slightly sensing something wrong with what she said, having an unpleasant premonition

about what would happen next.

Sure enough, within two minutes later, someone knocked on their private room door followed by

several handsome-looking men entering inside.

Alistair immediately stopped them, "What are you doing here?"

"We were hired by Miss Lloyd," they replied confidently.

"Oh yeah? That was me," drunk Molly slurred while beckoning them over with a finger curling towards

herself seductively like she was teasing them all playfully.

But Alistair coldly glared at them instead, "No one is allowed in here! Get out!"

The men looked around each other hesitantly but didn't move until Alistair grabbed an empty bottle

from the table throwing it fiercely towards their direction shouting angrily, "Get lost!"

Glass shattered near their feet causing them all jump back scared before quickly leaving one-by-one

without any further argument or resistance against Alistair's orders.

Alistair grabbed Molly's arm, looking somewhat incredulous. "Once they go through that door and the

news gets out, whether you did it or not, you'll face severe consequences. You'll be ruined!"

"You're actually willing to ruin your future for a worthless man!"

Molly waved her hand and smiled casually, "It's not that exaggerated."

He became angry and felt wronged, then he pulled open his overcoat. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Under the thin shirt, there was a slim and attractive waistline.

"The quality of those money boys is not good. They are not as handsome as me. If you really want to

change your boyfriend, why not choose me instead?"

He deliberately undid the top two buttons of his shirt, then grabbed Molly's hand and placed it on his

fair collarbone, assuming a posture as if allowing her to lightly touch him.

Alistair's eyes were full of desire, and his submissive demeanor was even more obedient. If it were

another woman, she might have been devoured by the hungry tiger long ago.

Unfortunately, Molly turned her head and lacked interest, saying "No thanks, I'm not interested in little

kids."

Alistair felt frustrated and intentionally leaned close to her ear, attempting to use his warm breath to stir

up her already irrational heart.

He whispered, "But I'm not a kid anymore. I turned of legal age last month and now I am a mature

man."

Molly remained unmoved, her face still flushed. "When you were still drinking milk, I was already

running around the world. You might have a misunderstanding about what it means to be mature."

He grabbed Molly's hand, reached under the thin shirt, and placed it on his firm and well-defined

abdominal muscles.

"Then it's better for you to personally teach me how to define the word 'maturity'."

Without saying anything else, the feel of these abs was really good.

She watched the little brat grow taller bit by bit, and now he had truly grown up.

Taking advantage of her distraction by his abdominal muscles, with her head feeling dizzy, Molly leaned

against his chest. Alistair securely lifted her around the waist and carried her out of the club.

Without a hat and mask to cover him up, Alistair's face and height stand out even more, even in the

darkness.

Someone picked up their phone and secretly took a photo.

The paparazzi in the shadows were even more crazed, taking a rapid-fire series of shots, afraid of

missing any detail.