Chapter 70

Yep, Alexander didn't dare give Justine any attitude, at least not in front of Elizabeth. But here he was, holding two cups of orange juice, and without skipping a beat, he handed both to Elizabeth. "Babe, if you don't drink it this time, I swear I'm feeding it to you." "Can you shut up?" Elizabeth rolled her eyes as she took the juice. "Seriously, stop calling me that in public. People will get the wrong idea." Alexander stayed serious. "But there's no misunderstanding. You're mine—sooner or later." He'd already made up his mind. Even if she didn't love him now, he would wait. One day, she'd come around. Elizabeth glanced at him but didn't say more. After all, if old man Harlan insisted she find some guy to run the Flynn Corporation with her, Alexander wasn't a bad choice. He looked good, treated her decently—for now—and if she had to marry someone, out of all the men she knew, he was probably the one that made the most sense. Just then, the announcer stepped on stage and started read