Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Chapter 660

A flutter of excitement passed through Courtney as she approached him.

The person nudging Andrew caught her attention.

Courtney recognized him as Norton Santos, from the wealthy and influential Santos family.

Norton was teasing Andrew with a smirk.

“Mr.

Klein, are you really that tipsy?”

Courtney averted her gaze.

Those close to Andrew were indeed all remarkable.

Norton was also an heir to one of Ansport’s four major families.

She hadn’t realized they were so close.

It turned out they were such good friends in private.

A smile appeared on Courtney’s lips as she walked forward.

The crowd was surprised to see her.

Someone recognized her, saying, “Aren’t you from the Johns family? What brings you here?”

“I came to see how Andrew is doing; I heard he’s quite upset,”

Courtney explained softly.

Her words gave rise to suggestive looks.

Norton chuckled and nudged Andrew.

“Who knew, Andrew? You avoid women usually, but it seems you have more admirers than I do!”

Courtney’s cheeks flushed at his remark, and she took a seat next to Andrew.

Andrew was quiet, his breath reeking of alcohol, and had a lifeless air about him.

Courtney’s heart ached.

She could see how deeply Andrew was hurt by Madisyn’s death!

She whispered words of comfort.

“Andrew, don’t be so downhearted.

Madisyn wouldn’t want to see you Like this.”

Suddenly, the previously silent Andrew turned to face her, his eyes dark and chilling, hinting at great anger.

Courtney was taken aback, but it was fleeting; Andrew soon shut his eyes, too weary and inebriated to maintain the gaze.

Courtney pressed her Lips together, sensing an opportunity.

She looped her arm through Andrew’s.

“Andrew’s had too much to drink.

I’ll get him out of here so he doesn’t spoil the fun.”

“Oh? Go ahead then,” Norton responded, lighting a cigarette.

“He’s really drunk; make sure you look after him!”

Courtney assisted a compliant Andrew out of the bar.

Her heart was racing as she helped him into the car.

His strikingly handsome face was inches away, rivalling the beauty of figures in classic paintings.

She couldn’t resist touching his face.

“Drive us to a hotel,” she instructed the driver.

Andrew was intoxicated, and she saw her chance.