Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Arranged Marriag by BlueMoone

Chapter 92 "Doctor, how is he?" Aveline's heart raced as she anxiously pulled on her sleeves, afraid of hearing the worst news.

"Tortunately, we managed to save him in time. Aveline, I won't hide it from you anymore. Your father's condition is very critical. We need to find the top neurosurgeon, Leo, to perform a craniotomy on him as soon as possible. Otherwise...we will be powerless next time,” the doctor replied.

Aveline's heart sank again. She had been dreaming of finding Leo's whereabouts.

Unfortunately, she had no connections. Ryan had tried to help her find Leo before, but they couldn't locate him.

As she looked at Anthony, who was wheeled out, his face pale and his eyes closed, Aveline called out, "Dad." There was no response, as if her voice had fallen into a bottomless pit.

Anthony's exposed hand was thin and frail, showing the signs of aging in just two short years. The hand. that used to hold hers and lead her hwas no longer the same.

Aveline lay beside him, tears streaming down her face, her voice choked with emotion, “Dad, please wake up and look at me..." No matter what he had done to others, he had never mistreated her. Aveline couldn't just stand by and do nothing.

V A scene flashed through her mind - the day when Alexander said he could find Leo if she jumped off the building. With his connections and wealth, it wouldn't be surprising if he could find Leo. But he would never have told her if it weren't a matter of life and death.

Knowing Alexander's hatred towards Anthony and herself, she only had one option for the sake of her father. She never expected that just a few days ago, she had made up her mind to never have anything to do with Alexander again. But now, she had to beg him once more.

After wiping away her tears and settling Anthony, Aveline learned Alexander's location through Jordan.

Aveline took a Uber to Ariston Bar.

It was a world of revelry and indulgence, with scantily clad dancers twisting their seductive bodies.

In the corner, men and women were engaged in intimate kisses, and the private rooms were filled with boisterous voices.

The lively rooms atmosphere belonged to others. Aveline hurriedly made her way towards one of the private Alexander usually disliked such places. Even when he gathered with friends, he would choose a quieter location. Guided by Jordan, she pushed open the door to the private room.

It was a luxurious suite that could accommodate hundreds of people. Despite the crowd of men and women inside, Aveline immediately spotted Alexander.

He leaned back on a leather chair, his eyes closed, completely unaffected by the surrounding noise. Without his sharp eyes, he seemed harmless.

Beside him was a handsman in a gray houtfit, his bare feet soaking in a foot bath, and a furry eye mask hanging around his neck.

un with While others had whiskey or the Ace of Spades in front of them, Alexander had a thermos cup wolfberries.

These two people, one treating this place as a hotel, and the other treating it as a foot bath center. Aveline saw a woman in revealing clothes move towards Alexander and boldly tried to kiss him.

The strong scent hit her, and Alexander abruptly woke up from his dream, only to be met with a pair of fiery red lips.

Almost instinctively, Alexander forcefully pushed the woman away without any hesitation.

"Ah!" The woman screamed and fell in a tangled mess in front of Aveline.

Her super short skirt was lifted, revealing a sexy thong inside, which caused the men around to whistle.

Aveline felt uncomfortable in such a situation.

She panicked and looked up, only to meet the gaze of Alexander coming towards her.

His gaze was calm, but a hint of mockery flashed in his dark pupils.

Yes, he had defined her as someone who played hard to get. And now, she had cto him so quickly, which only solidified this accusation.

But in his eyes, the last twas jumping off a building. What kind of trick was it this time? Aveline didn't miss the message conveyed in his eyes. Now that his father's life was hanging by a thread, she had no choice but to turn to Alexander.

Even if she knew that approaching him would only bring humiliation, she had no way to retreat.

The people around also noticed Aveline. Besides Gerald, no one knew her identity as Alexander's ex-wife.

A curvaceous woman glanced at her and chewed gum as she teased, "Auntie, did you enter the wrong room?"

Aveline thought of Maya dragging her to a nightclub before, teasing that the would girls Prevesake off their jackets and reveal camisoles, and underneath the camisoles would be a sweater, and inside the sweater would be thermal wear. Among a group of glamorous women, she was the only one wrapped in a thick down jacket, wearing a knitted hat and a scarf.

Aveline ignored the woman and looked at Alexander, saying, "Mr. Sterling, can we talk for a moment?"

"Auntie, did you see that? Even the younger and prettier girl than your is lying there Do you think your falling posture looks better than hers?" The woman mocked mercilessly. Alexander looked at Aveline coldly and said, “Chere.” His words were like a slap on the woman's face, under everyone's watchful eyes, Anabelle crossed the sea of people, finally reaching Alexander's side.

Gerald, who was soaking his feet, seemed incredibly relaxed, with dense sweat dripping from his forehead due to the high temperature.

He still liked to take care of his health, and the scent of wormwood covered the smell of alcohol and aromatherapy, dispersing the foul air and making Aveline feel better.

Gerald took the initiative to greet her, "Aveline, long tno see. Want to soak your feet?" This unconventional way of greeting made Aveline politely decline, "Thank you, Mr. Oʻ fine." Gerald immediately began to explain the benefits of foot soaking

"Soaking your feet can promote blood circulation and metabolism, elp with ded reduce and it can also help high blood pressure and cardiovascular problems. Look, your complexion doute q you should soak your feet more. I just upgraded the prescription Alexander interrupted his incessant explanation and impatiently pulled off the eye mask on his ne saying, "Go to sleep." The people around were curious and stared at Aveline. Who was this woman? Why did the familiar with both Gerald and Alexander, but her face was clearly unfamiliar? Alexander sat in the center, with his legs slightly apart, exuding an invisible aura of dominance. He glanced at her indifferently and asked, "What are you here for?" O(0) 30