Aitana said sincerely, “You clarified things for me and protected my reputation the moment you found out. I’m truly grateful.”
Alex smiled. “It was nothing—just a few words. Don’t take it to heart, and don’t feel like you owe me anything.”
After a brief pause, he added with a grin, “If you really feel indebted, you can treat me to dinner sometime.”
Aitana laughed. “Alright. I’ll invite you to my place sometime. My income isn’t as high as yours—I can’t afford to take you to a luxury hotel in Wiltspoon.”
Alex replied casually, “I’m easy to please. It doesn’t have to be a five-star hotel. I can even eat at a roadside stall.”
Aitana shook her head. “That won’t do. It’s not that I dislike roadside stalls, but someone of your status—if you’re photographed eating at one, entertainment reporters will have a field day. I’d be dragged into the spotlight and face endless criticism.”
A man as outstanding as Alex, with his family background, naturally had countless admirers and was the dream partner of many women.
If reporters caught such a scene, the backlash would fall squarely on her.
Alex said calmly, “Anyone who dares stir up an online storm against you—I’ll give them a taste of their own medicine. Everyone has something they don’t want exposed. If they attack you, I can dig up their past.”