I'll Teach You, Marianne.

"J-Jack..."

Alan, who was admiring the beauty of the girl in his arms, suddenly woke up when he heard the girl he was helping mention someone else's name. Alan quickly helped Anne to her feet. 

"Are you all right, Miss?" Alan asked kindly to Anne, whose face was still as pale as a sheet.

Nicholas, who was standing behind Alan, was a little annoyed by Anne's attitude. He immediately stepped forward and waved his hand right in front of Anne's face. 

"Hello Miss, my master is asking you a question," Nicholas said curtly as he lowered his hand from Anne's face.

"I-I'm fine..."

"Good, then let's go, sir. Your schedule is full today." Nicholas immediately cut Anne's words and asked Alan to leave the place. 

Alan, who has a very busy schedule today, always followed the instructions given by Nicholas. He walked away leaving Anne, who was currently kneeling and holding her chest which hurt. Anne did not expect to meet the figure of the man she missed so much, her tears immediately rolled down her face. Meanwhile, Alan, who was already in the car, looked at Anne.

"Don't mind her, sir, girls nowadays are like that. They are very good at acting to get the sympathy of men, especially rich men like you," Nicholas said curtly, commenting on Anne who was being watched by Alan.

"Yeah, you're right Nick, Cassandra, Adriana, and all the other girls I know also did what that girl did," Alan answered quickly as he raised his car window. 

"Well, you know, especially that girl. I'm sure she must be a poor girl who has targeted you and pretended to fall after hitting the bodyguards, really a sly girl," added Nicholas full of emotion. He felt what Anne had done earlier had been intentional and was prepared beforehand. That was why he was so upset right now. 

"Well, Nick, just ignore her. After all, we won't see her again, let her go," said Alan flatly as he opened the message that had entered his cell phone. 

Nicholas just snorted in annoyance at his master's words. He knew that his master was too kind. That was why there were so many girls who tried to take advantage of his kindness, even though every girl who was close to Alan always ended up on Alan's big bed. But still, Nicholas was annoyed with those poor girls who he considered like pests who were ready to crawl up to obtain a position, even though they had to use cheap methods like Anne had done in front of the restaurant. 

Meanwhile, a kind middle-aged woman was helping Anne. She approache Anne and asked whether Anne was hurt or not, and whether Anne needed help or not, she was worried to see Anne crying while holding her chest. 

"Indeed, sometimes we need to cry because we are human, but remember that crying will not solve the problem. If you have a problem, face it and find a way out, child, don't cry like this," said the middle-aged woman softly.

"Yes Ma'am, thank you. I'm alright now," said Anne softly, wiping the tears that remained on her face. 

The middle-aged woman smiled and grabbed Anne's face and said, "You are very beautiful, child, very beautiful. Don't cry for the man who hurt you, there are still many good-natured men waiting in line to get your love."

Anne nodded her head. She smiled when she realized that the nice woman in front of her thought she had just had a fight with a man. 

"Well then if you'll excuse me, I have a journey to continue," said the foreign woman to Anne.

"Do you need to be escorted, Madam?" asked Anne slowly offering to help.

"Ah, no need. My destination is not far away. You go home, child, it's not good for a beautiful girl like you to cry in front of this restaurant. Your tears are too expensive to cry for a man," the woman replied back. 

"Yes, I understand, Madam," said Anne quietly. 

"Smart girl! Good bye now. I hope we'll meet again some other time."

"Thanks for the help, Madam." Anne immediately thanked the woman sincerely as she started walking away from Anne. 

After the middle-aged woman left, Anne was reminded of the man who looked so much like Jack. Her eyes were burning again when she remembered what had just happened. 

"I can't believe I can see Alan Knight Clarke in this restaurant."

"Yeah you're right, what an extraordinary opportunity."

"I'll make this place my favorite restaurant later. Who knows we might meet that rich young master."

"Hahaha great idea, well we have to come to this restaurant starting tomorrow. Who knows an Alan Knight Clarke will fall in love with one of us, right? Hahaha." 

The laughter of beautiful and sexy young girls sounded very loud while talking about Alan Knight Clarke who had just left. Anne, who was standing not far from the girls, could hear everything they were talking about. 

"Alan...who is Alan...? Uh sorry can I ask?"

Anne, who was muttering because she remembered Alan's name, immediately stopped the steps of a male waiter who had just left the restaurant.

"Oh yes, Miss, is there anything I can help you with?" asked the male servant in a friendly manner.

"Alan, I heard the girls say Alan's name over and over again when they left this restaurant. I wonder who Alan is?" said Anne quietly, immediately asking out of her curiosity that had been swirling in her head. 

The male servant looked surprised when he heard her asked him about Alan. 

"You're a resident of Luxembourg, aren't you?" the servant asked Anne back.

Anne smiled. "No, I'm a tourist."

"A tourist? But the language..."

"I'm a German citizen," said Anne, quickly interrupting the waiter standing in front of her.

"Oh, no wonder you don't have trouble talking to the citizens of Luxembourg. Okay, so here it goes, Miss. The Alan that the girls were talking about is the prince of this city, the only heir to the Clarke family business empire whose full name is Alan Knight Clarke," said the waiter loudly. 

"Alan Knight Clarke..."

"Wait a minute... I'll look for it first." The restaurant waiter interrupted Anne's words again while checking on his cell phone. 

"Yess... here, look at this. This is the prince of this city, Alan Knight Clarke, a handsome man of the year 2020 who is still single until this moment," the waiter shouted while showing his cell phone to Anne. The waiter was showing a photo of Alan Knight Clarke, who was standing with his grandfather, Mr. David Clarke, in front of their giant company. 

Thump!

Thump!

Anne's heart raced very quickly. Her eyes were immediately rounded perfectly while viewing the photo on the phone of the waiter. 

"Jack..." said Anne quietly when she saw Alan's photo. 

Continued