The other celebrities who ca with Sunny, both n and won, were all having a wild ti.
Sophie Smith couldn’t decline the warm hospitality, had a little to drink, felt uncomfortable, stood up, and headed towards the restroom.
She splashed so cold water on her face, steadied herself, and imdiately felt much more awake. But just as she turned around, she collided with soone at the restroom door and was knocked back several steps. The woman who had bumped into her quickly ran into the restroom, clutching the toilet, and was constantly vomiting.
Sophie frowned, then turned around and walked into the restroom.
"Are you okay?" she asked, handing her a tissue. The woman accepted it and only managed a muffled ’thank you.’
But, this voice...
"Irene Morton?" Sophie hesitantly called out.
Irene was equally startled upon hearing Sophie’s voice, slowly stood up, and then looked up.
Sophie’s gaze lingered on Irene, carefully examining her. She indeed looked quite disheveled, with ssy hair, slightly smudged makeup, and the bottom of her dress was torn in several places. But as Sophie noticed her dress, wasn’t this the uniform of the club?
"You work here?" Sophie found it almost unbelievable.
"Yeah." Irene scoffed, shrugged, "I sell alcohol here, so what?"
"Selling alcohol?" Had she really fallen to the point of relying on such ans to support herself?
"Last ti, didn’t Asher Land give you money?"
"Used it all up." Irene said nonchalantly. Actually, she had simply cut up the card and thrown it in the garbage. Since she had decided to cut ties with Asher Land completely, she intended to sever everything thoroughly. She wouldn’t disturb him, not now, not ever.
"So much money, you used it up that fast?"
"What, feeling sorry for his money?" Irene mocked, "You better ask him to transfer so more to my account, otherwise, I might just go ask him for it again. If you don’t want to see him..."
"Irene!" Sophie’s voice beca uncontrollably loud, "Stop being unreasonable. Look at what you’ve beco, is leaving Asher Land making you so self-destructive?"
Self-destructive?
The hint of a cold smile on Irene’s lips was beginning to stiffen; Sophie wasn’t wrong at all. Since leaving Asher Land, all she had been was self-destructive.
Even though she had already given up the idea of going to find him, that didn’t an she had let him go in her heart.
So she had to find so way to numb herself, and self-destruction seed like a pretty good choice.
Irene paid no further attention to Sophie, turned around, and started to walk out.
Sophie hesitated for a mont, then inexplicably followed her.
Irene hadn’t walked far when a few n suddenly appeared in front of her, blocking her path.
"What, trying to escape?" One man grabbed her by the chin, "A deal’s a deal. If you can’t drink, then strip, got it?"
"Hah, who says I can’t drink? I just stepped out to clear my head for a mont. Now that I’m sober, let’s continue." Irene flung off the man’s hand and headed towards the private room.
"Wait a minute!" Sophie hurried forward and grabbed Irene’s arm.
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