Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 164

Chapter 164: A servant to my brother Chapter 164: A servant to my brother Roger raised his glass, clinking it against Aiden’s with a sharp tink before bringing it to his lips.

The two men lounged on the plush leather chairs of the dimly lit lounge of the second floor.

“Roderick’s here,” Aiden began, his voice low but deliberate.

“He said something to Madam earlier today.

She seemed upset after their meeting.” Roger exhaled heavily, setting his glass down on the side table.

“Roderick,” he muttered, his tone laced with disdain.

“He’s relentless about getting Madam back.

And Sylvia-she’s right there helping him.

Both of them are snakes.

If only I could teach them both a lesson they wouldn’t forget.” Aiden gave a curt nod, his expression grim.

“Stay away from Sylvia.

You know she doesn’t even like you.” Roger chuckled darkly, leaning back in his chair.

“The feeling’s mutual,” he said with a smirk.

“Trust me, Aiden, I want to avoid her as much as I can.

Let’s not waste our evening talking about her.

Just the mention of her name makes my head throb.” He pressed his fingers against his temple, massaging away the tension.

Aiden smirked slightly, swirling the liquid in his glass.

“Fair enough.

By the way what did you find out about Ruby?” “A lot of things.

She’s been hiding her identity,” Roger said, his voice steady but laced with intrigue.

“Turns out, she’s the daughter of that famous diamond merchant family.

I’ve had a spy tailing her, but so far, nothing seems dangerous.” Aiden’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Don’t tell me she’s Henry Cowell’s daughter!” he exclaimed.

Roger nodded, his brow furrowing.

“Yes, she is.

Why?” He leaned forward, studying Aiden’s reaction.

“I was asking surprised as you.” Aiden quickly masked his surprise, forcing a casual shrug.

“I just didn’t expect her to come from such well-off family.

She has been telling us the day of Madam’s birthday that how much she has struggled to open the book cafe,” he murmured, though a flicker of unease crossed his face.

But he kept his composure, unwilling to let Roger catch on to his sudden apprehension.

Roger narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing a shift but choosing not to press further.

“Well, wealth or not, she’s been careful.

Let’s hope she stays that way and is not a danger to Madam Layla,” he remarked, picking up his drink again.

“Yeah,” Aiden replied, draining his glass in one swift motion.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” Roger said, standing up and heading toward the restroom.

A few minutes later, he emerged, adjusting his sleeves as he walked along the illuminated walkway.

Just as he neared his seat, his eyes caught sight of Sylvia.

She was leaning against a pillar, visibly intoxicated, while a man hovered too close, gripping her arm.

Roger’s initial instinct was to ignore it.

Stay out of it, he told himself.

Sylvia was never one to appreciate his intervention and would likely twist his intentions.

But as he turned away, his conscience whispered, ‘Think of her as a human in need.’ “I told you, I’m not interested in drinking with you,” Sylvia slurred, tugging her arm to free herself from the man’s grip.

Roger sighed, his jaw tightening.

“Damn it,” he muttered before striding toward them.

Without hesitation, he grabbed the man’s arm, prying it off Sylvia.

In one fluid motion, he shoved the guy back and positioned himself between them.

“Leave,” Roger commanded in a threatening tone.

The man hesitated only for a second before scurrying away, cursing under his breath.

Sylvia adjusted her leather jacket, her eyes narrowing.

“Are you stalking me now?” she accused, her voice laced with disdain.

Roger raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.

“You say thank you when someone helps you,” he said sharply as he turned to look at her.

Sylvia scoffed, her glare softening for just a moment.

“I never asked for your help.

Did Lucius not punish you?

Why has he stopped listening to me?” “I’ve done nothing wrong.

You’re the one twisting everything,” Roger said coolly, his voice laced with frustration.

He turned on his heel, his back now to Sylvia.

“I’m leaving.

You should head home before you get yourself into trouble.” Before he could take another step, Sylvia grabbed his forearm, pulling him back with surprising strength.

Her eyes narrowed as she tightened her grip, her other hand clutching the collar of his jacket.

She tilted her head up to meet his gaze.

“Take me home, Roger.

Surely you can play chauffeur for one night?

Don’t worry, I’ll pay you for handsomely for that.” Roger let out a low, mocking chuckle, his eyes glinting with defiance.

“You still look down on me, huh?” he murmured.

His hand brushed hers away from his arm as he took a step back, putting distance between them.

“Find your own way home, Sylvia.

I’m not your servant.” Without waiting for her response, he turned and began walking away, his footsteps echoing in the empty corridor as he showed her his middle finger.

Sylvia’s face darkened, her anger bubbling to the surface.

“You were a servant to my brother!” she shouted, her voice cutting through the silence like a whip.

“How dare you ignore my command?” Her heels clicked sharply against the floor as she stormed after him, determined not to be dismissed so easily.

But she ended up falling and a low cry escaped her mouth.

Roger stopped abruptly, his expression tightening as he turned back to face Sylvia.

He let out a low sigh, his voice barely above a murmur.

“I don’t want to deal with her.” Pulling his phone from his pocket, he scrolled through his contacts and quickly dialed a number.

“Aiden, get to the corridor.

Now,” he said curtly before hanging up.

Within moments, Aiden arrived, his usual air of curiosity evident.

“What’s going on?” he asked, glancing at Roger.

Roger didn’t respond immediately.

Instead, he gestured toward Sylvia, who was still on the floor and caressing her foot.

“There,” Roger said simply.

Aiden followed his gaze and blinked in surprise.

“Sylvia?” he said, raising an eyebrow.

“Take her home,” Roger instructed.

Aiden’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Me?

No way.

That’s your problem, not mine,” he said, taking a step back.

“I’m out of here.” Without another word, he turned on his heel and bolted down the hallway.

“Aiden!

Hey!” Roger called after him, frustration evident in his voice.

But Aiden didn’t so much as glance back.

Roger let out a groan, rubbing his temple.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath.

“I really don’t want to deal with her.”