Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 655
As Dylan Istened, some imitation appeared on his lace.
“Me and Sharon —
He had just started speaking when Kevan interrupted him. “Let’s have a drink too.”
Dylan glared at him with dissatisfaction,
Kevan glared at him as a warning not to speak without thinking. After they had finished drinking. Kevan deliberately asked. “Are
you drunk? Do you want to go to the lounge next door to rest for a bit?
Kevan’s words successfully got everyone to stare at Dylan’s face. They watched him with concern. Louis spoke again. “Sharon,
Dylan does look strangely flushed. Maybe you can tell your dad to have Dylan sent back home to rest first?”
Dylan frowned at once, and he refused, “No need. I’m not drunk.”
However, everyone else had a different idea than him.
Walter heard everything that was said, and when he saw that Dylan refused to accept he personally came over to placate him.
“There’s nothing else left to do here. You and Sharon can go Erst” Then, he instructed Sharon. Tl have someone pack you two
some food. Bring it with you when you go home with Dylan later.”
Sharon went along with it and said. “Okay.”
As his father-in-law had spoken, Dylan naturally could not disobey. He held his wine glass and just stood there quietly.
The food soon arrived and was given to Sharon. Walter arranged for them to have a car and repeated the car’s location to
Sharon because he was scared that she could not find
Kevan walked over and discussed with them. “Can you take me with you? I drank some liquor, so I can’t drive.”
“Sure!” Walter agreed readily. “Just tell the driver where you want to go, and let him send you over first.”
*Thank you so much for that, Uncle Waller.” Kevan thanked the man while pretending to support Dylan by his arm. “Let’s go.”
Dylan was dragged out of the ballroom by Kevan while Sharon followed them with the packed food in her hand.
“Since you’re here, Mr. Rogers, I won’t be sending him back.” She gave the lood to Kevan, “You can just take my dad’s car. know
where it is because my dad kept repeating the Information earlier.”
Kevan did not accept the food, but he asked, “What about you?
“I didn’t drink, so I can drive. Sharon said.
“Then we’ll take your car.” Kevan decisively changed the plan.
Dylan spat at him. “Are you out of your f ucking mind?”
Kevan pushed his face away in disgust. “Shut up, your breath stinks.”
I’m sure you
Dylan had drunk too much, so when he spoke, a huge pull of alcoholic breath attacked Kevan’s nose. It gave him a big

headache.
“My apologies, Mr. Rogers.” Sharon raised an eyebrow, and she had a challenging smile on her lace. “My sports car can’t take
three people.”
Kevan swiftly dumped Dylan into the hands of a passing waller. “Please help me send him to the parking lot C254. Make sure he
gets into the car. Thank you for your trouble.” Ignoring the confusion of the walter, Kevan turned to smile at Sharon. “Now there’s
just the two of us.”
Kevan lelt with Sharon while Dylan kept cursing in the background.
After getting into the car, Sharon did not start it immediately. She crossed her arms and gazed at Kevan calmly. “What do you
need from
Kevan had always liked talking to smart people like Sharon, so he did not beat around the bush. “I’m sorry,” he said.