Love in the Limelight (Astrid and Elio)

Chapter 191

Seeing Astrid’s expression turn stem suddenly, Colton immediately asked, “What’s up? You know the

guy?”

Astrid nodded, “Yeah, I know him. Thanks.”

Astrid got up and went to the computer, reconnecting Jon’s keyboard.

Colton watched her fingers fly across the keyboard, full of curiosity but didn’t approach to peek.

After a while, Astrid got up and shouted towards the kitchen, Jon, take care of Colton. I gotta bounce!”

“Hold up, where are you headed? What if he smashes the keyboard again?” Jon rushed out from the

kitchen, but Astrid was already

gone.

Seeing the computer still running, he went over to check.

There were two photos on the screen. The guys in the photos looked alike, except one had a mole

above his eyebrow while the other didn’t.

The screen also showed a location, a bar.

“What’s the deal? Why was Astrid looking up this guy?” Jon asked Colton, then slapped his forehead,

“Man, I’m stupid; how would you know?”

Jon went over and locked the door, “You gotta stay in the house, stay away from the windows, and wait ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

for me to make a concoction for you, got it?”

“Sure thing.” Colton obediently sat on the sofa, hands on his knees, sitting up straight.

He looked like a preschooler.

Jon chuckled at him and then headed into the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Astrid had already exited the elevator.

The night breeze was cool. She got in her car, but instead of starting it immediately, she called Robb.

Robb didn’t pick up. Just as she was about to call again, Robb called back..

Astrid answered, “I need twenty bodyguards waiting for me at Bush Bar.”

“What are you up to?”

“If you don’t lend me your guys, I can call in my own. They’re a bit far from here, and I don’t have a

minute to spare.” Astrid’s voice was cold, a tone Robb hadn’t heard in a long time.

Robb realized something could be seriously wrong.

“Alright, I’ll notify them right away. Be careful.” Robb hung up and got up to change clothes.

Dale was holding a bunch of grilled meat when he saw a stern–looking Robb about to head out. He

asked in surprise, “What’re you up to? Going to throw down or something?”

“I’ve got stuff to handle. You should hit the hay; don’t wait up.” He lowered his hat and snatched the

grilled meat from Dale’s hand as he left, “I’ve told you a million times, your gut isn’t good. You should

lay off the spicy stuff. I’m confiscating this.”

‘No, it’s not that spicy. Can’t you show some mercy?” When Robb shot him a cold look, Dale hadn’t

finished speaking, making him “etract his neck immediately, “Sorry, boss, I’ve deeply realized my

mistake.”

Robb nodded in satisfaction and closed the door behind him.

Dale crouched by the window, watching Robb’s car leave the villa. He immediately took out his phone

to order a takeaway.

Then he realized the internet was down.