manynovel Chapter 117 Joey was actually refusing.
Chapter 117 Joey was actually refusing.
Chapter 117 Joey was actually refusing.
As the initiator and host of the dinner party, Bruce's twenty-minute absence still attracted a lot of attention, especially when he was rummaging through drawers and cabinets.
"Is there anything you need, Master Bruce?"
Alfred blocked Bruce's path:
"Your friends are all waiting for you."
The butler felt that the young master was acting strangely today. Usually, by this time, he would have already downed several glasses of wine and was preparing to cause some trouble with those brats from other families in Gotham City.
The other party's unusual behavior made Ah Fu, who was always the one being tricked, more vigilant, fearing that this brat might cause trouble for him again.
"It's nothing, Alfred."
Having searched for a long time without success, Batman had to change his approach. Upon seeing Alfred, he began to consider the possibility of a second route:
"Can you get in touch with Martha? I've tried calling her but no one's answering."
"As I said before, the lady is chairing a very important meeting."
Mentioning Masa, Afu couldn't help but frown:
"Managing the entire Wayne family's assets is no easy task, unlike some people who can simply drink and have fun all day long."
Alfred had never understood why Mrs. Martha spoiled Bruce so much.
This child was so well-behaved and sensible when he was little. I never imagined he would turn out to be such an irresponsible person.
The saying "a doting mother spoils her son" is absolutely true.
In Mrs. Martha's mind, Bruce should be driving luxury cars, drinking, throwing parties, sleeping with women, and living a life of debauchery.
This indulgence turned Bruce into a big kid in his thirties who still did whatever he wanted.
They didn't have a special skill or their own business like Thomas, nor did they intend to take over the Wayne family business.
Faced with the old butler's questioning, Bruce had nothing to say; he knew that was just the kind of person Alfred was.
After Bruce lost his parents, Alfred played the role of a second father to him throughout his childhood.
He would never sit idly by if his own son went astray.
However, in this world, the effect seems to be very limited at present.
This sparked another thought in Bruce's mind—was he living a little too comfortably in this reality?
Both parents alive, immense wealth, a group of scoundrels, and a life of nightly revelry...
Martha isn't insane, Alfred is still alive, and Catwoman wasn't left paralyzed from the waist down by the Joker.
Batman's cruel fate never befell him; he never had to worry about how to deal with extremely dangerous supervillains like the Penguin, Two-Face, Mo, and the Joker.
Every day when he wakes up, the only thing Bruce in this world, which is himself, seems to have to worry about is how to squander the Wayne family's vast fortune.
If the power of the Helm of Fate created all of this, then this power is far too favorable to me.
It was so friendly that even Batman was somewhat captivated by it.
Why not...:
No—the alarm bells rang in Batman's mind.
This is not the kind of life Batman can live.
Batman has a clear understanding of himself; he knows that all of this is too good to be true, too good to be true.
He had a strange premonition that this wonderful scene was like a colorful bubble under the sunlight, dazzling and charming, but would collapse in a short time.
Ignoring the strange or disdainful looks from the crowd, Bruce jogged back to the garage, ready to drive to the Wayne Group building.
He must find Martha tonight!
Of the four people present, Martha was the only one wearing a helmet. If the other three didn't know how things had turned out this way, then only she should know.
The gray Lamborghini Aventador's headlights illuminated, and the roar of its engine echoed throughout Wayne Manor.
Amidst the surprised yet not entirely unexpected gazes of the crowd, Bruce, as the host of the banquet, asked the valet for the keys and drove away from the backyard of Wayne Manor.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm very sorry, but my young master has some urgent business to attend to and needs to leave temporarily."
As the sports car drove away, Afu hurriedly tried to smooth things over, greeting the important figures present:
"Young Master Tommy, it's time for you to go home!"
"Mr. Dante, I'm so sorry for neglecting you and Ms. Gilda..."
"Chief Gordon, please don't take offense... no, no, I swear on my honor, he didn't drink a single drop of alcohol before getting into the car!"
Everyone present, except Tommy who was asked to leave the manor, was not angry and expressed their understanding towards Ah Fu.
Everyone knows that Bruce Wayne is a frivolous playboy, and in their eyes, there are countless outrageous things he has done.
It's not too bad that he left the banquet on his own tonight.
The atmosphere at the banquet might even have been better without him involved.
After greeting everyone, the old butler turned to Joey, who was currently explaining to Diana how he got the scar on his face:
"The shell exploded right in front of the car, turning the entire jeep upside down! The shrapnel not only grazed my face but also entered my body!"
I also have several scars on my chest, just like on my face... Luckily, I was very fortunate, and Bruce's father, Dr. Thomas, had miraculous medical skills..."
Butler Afu couldn't help but sigh when he saw this scene. If only Bruce's foul mouth could be split in half with Joey's.
Why be so reserved and modest when you're chatting with a girl?
If it weren't for his advanced age, Old Afu would have liked to personally instruct the girl on how to properly boast to her about the scars. Instead of thanking the doctor, he would boast that he was a tough guy and that these ten or so shrapnel fragments couldn't do anything to him!
"That's really quite 'amazing'."
Diana chuckled at Joey's somewhat conservative words and gently placed her hand on Joey's chest.
"Then I'll have to take a good look at those scars later."
Well, Butler discovered that the new method might be more suitable for the new generation of young people, at least it was very effective for this girl.
As Joey saw Alfred approaching, her face flushed slightly, and she took a step back to avoid Diana's hand, which was still resting on her chest.
"Bruce has disappeared again without saying goodbye?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Joey, you know that's just how he is."
Looking at Joey, Afu saw him as the classic "other people's child"—a war correspondent who survived countless battles and a Pulitzer Prize winner.
If Bruce had achieved even half of what the other man had, he wouldn't be going through all this trouble now.
Afu's eyes swept over the somewhat dazed Joey, and his female companion, whose aura was mysterious and somewhat aloof to others, and the half-empty bottle of wine in her hand. He immediately understood:
"I've prepared a guest room for you. It's on the second floor at the back of the manor, one of the rooms that Young Master Bruce often uses. If you can't hold your liquor, you can go and rest first..."
Guided by a waiter, Diana led Joey to a guest room deep inside the manor.
In the reality that the Wayne couple or Bruce had not been murdered, the Wayne family prospered, the plantation was not abandoned, and it was regularly maintained.
Unlike Wayne Manor in other universes, which is gloomy and cold like a filming location for a supernatural movie, the manor now is so magnificent and splendid in every corner.
After ordering breakfast for the next morning from the waiter, Diana locked the door and looked at Joey, who was sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing his temples.
He doesn't have the Kryptonian constitution to detoxify himself right now, so this amount of alcohol will keep him in a daze for quite a while.
"come over."
Diana grabbed Joey's tie, pulled him closer, and reached down to remove his suit jacket.
"Just like I said before, let me see the scar on your chest~"
"No, Diana."
In a daze, Joey reached out and grabbed the pair of fair hands that had unbuttoned her shirt. Her fingers were long and slender, and the touch was warm and smooth; they were like a work of art.
There was only one minor flaw: although Joey had no memory of it at the moment, the calluses on the upper part of Diana's palms still made him instinctively feel that something was wrong.
"Don't you think we're moving a little too fast?"
Diana left the somewhat resistant Joey, got up and drew the curtains, then casually opened the expensive black walnut solid wood wardrobe next to her for a look.
Upon opening it, they discovered something extraordinary:
A string of unidentified objects that resembled both a whip and a rope, along with other similar items whose purpose was difficult to describe.
Bruce Wayne, the playboy, truly lives up to his name.
"Joey, want to play some games that involve a bit of coercion?"
"No, no, no, Diana, I mean it!"
Joey felt his subconscious screaming for him to run, but on the other hand, it made him hesitate so much that he didn't even notice what Diana had pulled out, and was still preoccupied with refusing.
"I think I might have to reject you tonight..."
"Hmm~"
Diana tightened her grip on the rope and with a push, laid the somewhat dazed Joey face up on the bed.
Looking down at Joey, Diana's eyes gleamed with a dangerous yet bold light:
"You'd better refuse, otherwise this can't be called a 'forced mini-game'~"