A Love Trap novel Chapter 68

It was the nature of human beings. People shouldn't be too nice to others, or else they would be preyed on by the ruthless.

"What shall we do?" one guy asked anxiously. He was standing there, fidgeting with his feet.

"We couldn't do anything right now," the man in charge replied, looking into the distance. "We have to wait and see if anything else happens." His voice sounded very cold and his face was serious.

Alvin didn't get up until the group of people left the room.

He was dressed in a shabby black-and-white sportswear, but he looked young and sharp-featured.

His face was as beautiful as a girl's, but his eyebrows were thick and masculine.

Before, Greyson had heard some things about the Luo family. Since he had nothing to do with those murmurs, he gradually forgot about them as time passed.

When Alvin got up from the couch, Greyson realized how much taller he was than him.

After a few moments, Greyson walked to where Alvin was and sat next to him.

Indeed, Alvin didn't know much about the Mu family. Basic information was only what he had.

He knew that Spencer married Peggy and that they had a son and a daughter. His son was abroad and his daughter was now working for the Luo Group. A different Luo.

Although Alvin's family wasn't as powerful as it used to be, Alvin made sure that he paid close attention to the noble families.

Slowly, Alvin turned to Greyson, staring at his face. A hint of astonishment was stamped on his face.

Alvin couldn't see Greyson's face clearly in the dark, but he could tell that Greyson wasn't a simple man. 'He definitely has a strong man aura, ' he said silently, staring at Greyson. 'Or else those men wouldn't maintain such a respectful attitude in front of him.'

Somehow, Alvin was caught off guard by Greyson's innocent face. 'Adorable, ' he said to himself, a small smile creeping up his lips.

Aware of Alvin's surprise, Greyson quipped, "Hey, what the hell are you looking at? Mind your manners!" His lips curled into a pout and his brows became furrowed. "Answer my question!" he continued, discomfort still evident on his face.

"What do you want to know?" asked Alvin, his lips pressed into a thin line.

His voice was deep but sweet and soothing, like a girl's. It surprised Greyson.

'Jeez!' he thought to himself. 'I almost forgot that he's a man! He looks like a girl and he also sounds like a girl!'

The thought of that amused Greyson, but generally speaking, he was in no position to laugh at Alvin. After pausing for a few moments, he took a deep breath, as if readying himself.

"I want to know something about Lena and Ashley," he said firmly.

After a small pause, Alvin began to tell the story. "Ashley is two years older than Lena. She was adopted by the Mu family. Lena is a true Mu. Naturally, Spencer and Peggy showered her with love and affection. However, she just couldn't get along with Ashley very well ever since they were young. She also has been hard at work to get Ashley into trouble."

Alvin paused. His voice was silky, and it echoed through the entire room.

Greyson put his hands on the edge of the couch and tried his best to focus on what Alvin was saying. Alvin's cadence was making him sleepy.

'His voice is like magic, ' he thought to himself.

But he was able to get the important points in what Alvin just said.

One, Ashley was adopted and two, Lena had always made troubles for her.

Though Greyson did not take the Mu family seriously, he knew that they could prevent Ashley from renting a shop.

'No wonder that Ellie looked so irritated that day, ' he thought to himself.

"I have told you everything I know," Alvin said, staring at Greyson.

"Thank you, Alvin," Greyson replied. At that point, he just wanted to go and get some rest. It had been a tiring day.

Slowly, he stood up from his seat. He looked Alvin in the eye, and said, "Well, you can go home now. No one will stop you. I have informed the guys earlier."

Greyson yawned. A normal person would find this disrespectful, but with a face as handsome as his, it would be forgivable. People would even consider him adorable, with his ruffled, soft black hair.

Greyson thought that Alvin had already left the room, but when he looked up, he found that he was still there, staring at him quietly, motionless.

"Why are you still here?" he asked, rubbing his eyes. "Do you have anything else to say?"

"I..." Alvin began, hesitating. After a few seconds, he continued, "Can I stay? I will do anything for you." Alvin balled his hands to a fist. It took all his courage but he was finally able to say what he wanted to say.

Shocked, Greyson looked up and looked Alvin in the eyes.

"What did you say just now?" asked Greyson, his eyes wide open.

Looking at Greyson, Alvin repeated what he said. "Can I stay?"

"No. No way," responded Greyson instantly. There was no hesitation in his voice.

He knew what Alvin meant.

Although the Yun family was engaged in business, they also had a military-political background and Greyson had to pay attention to his behavior.

'He can't be that naive. Why would he want to stay with me?' Greyson thought to himself.

As soon as Alvin sensed the subtle emotional change in Greyson's eyes, he hastily explained himself. "Please don't misunderstand me. It is not what you thought," he started. "I just want to follow you and I promise it has nothing to do with the relationship between your family and my family."

"No," replied Greyson firmly. It was his final decision.

Alvin, as a sign of defeat, lowered his head. When Greyson saw this, he felt a sudden urge to comfort the guy.

Now he was not sure if he was right in declining Alvin's request. 'What shall I do?' Greyson thought, close to panicking.

After a few moments, Greyson gave up and changed his stance. 'It isn't bad having him around. He could be a little brother to me, ' he said to himself.

Greyson was the youngest in the family and among his friends, he was also the youngest. It made him feel helpless.

'But if I take him in, then things would be different!' thought Greyson.

At the thought of this, he examined Alvin, looking at him up and down. 'Handsome with the perfect figure, ' he thought, impressed. "What can you do for me?" he asked Alvin.

After being declined by Greyson twice, Alvin felt so frustrated. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that Greyson's question didn't really register in his brain. But once his mind was able to process it, he was stunned. He looked up and stared at Greyson with a puzzled look.

Greyson asked again, "Didn't you say that you want to follow me? So tell me - what you could do for me? I don't want to have a subordinate who is good for nothing."

'Subordinate? What does he mean?' Alvin asked inwardly, shocked and confused. Greyson had misunderstood Alvin.