Chapter 308

The night fell, and the Atlantis Seafood restaurant glowed brightly under the lights.

"Mr. Roland, he's already here." Penny Anderson pressed the brakes and glanced at the backseat.

Adrian Roland closed the file in his hand and pushed the car door open.

"Should I wait for you?"

"No need." He adjusted his cufflinks. "Pick up Stella and take her back to the old house."

Penny froze. "Stella?"

Adrian frowned slightly. "Stella Valentine."

"Oh, Miss Valentine—"

"Call her Mrs. Roland from now on." His tone left no room for argument.

Penny's eyes widened. "You and Miss Valentine—"

"Have been married for nine years."

"What?!"

Adrian didn’t explain further, turning toward the restaurant. The night breeze brushed against the hem of his suit jacket, and the corner of his lips lifted almost imperceptibly.

Mrs. Roland.

The title had rolled off his tongue countless times in secret. Today, he could finally say it out loud.

Even if it was just an act.

The restaurant doors slid open automatically before him. Despite being peak dining hours, the place was eerily empty. Only a red-haired young man fidgeted with his phone in the corner.

"Mr. Lorenz?"

The young man jerked his head up, scrambling to his feet. "H-Hello..."

Adrian studied him calmly. Early twenties, dressed like a rebellious high schooler.

"You're Star's—"

"Husband." Adrian took his seat. "Forget the remaining payment. Just answer a few questions."

Rusty exhaled in relief. "Your secretary already briefed me."

A waiter approached with menus, but Adrian pushed them toward Rusty. "Order whatever you like."

"No, no!" Rusty waved his hands. "This place is way too expensive. Ask me anything."

Adrian requested a bottle of red wine, his gaze sharp as a blade. "The Porsche—gold?"

"Yes, exactly!"

"Nearly new, modified engine, scratches on the steering wheel."

Rusty's eyes bulged. "Spot on! Did Star secretly—"

"Keep the car." Adrian cut him off. "Who sold it to you?"

"A guy wearing a mask, around thirty, walked really fast."

Not Grant Rubenstein.

Adrian tapped the table lightly. Uncle Xavier had claimed the garage was flooded, yet the car was in perfect condition. Even stranger—the money had gone into Stella's account.

"Mr. Roland?" Rusty ventured cautiously. "You and Star—"

"Shall I open the wine?" A server wheeled a cart over.

"Open it."

The dark red liquid swirled in the decanter like blood. As the waiter arranged the glasses, he suddenly lowered his voice. "The boss asked me to remind you—your girlfriend threw quite the fit last time."

Adrian's eyes turned icy. "Your boss?"

"Yeah. Said every time you drink, that lady starts making a scene."

Rusty leaned in with a smirk. "Your girlfriend’s that fierce too?"

"She’s not fierce." Adrian set down his glass, warmth flickering in his eyes. "She just worries about my stomach."