Novel1Chapter 1821
Imperial Clubhouse? My friend?
The more | listened, the more confused | became. | looked at the caller ID again. It was indeed the unfamiliar
number from before. What happened? "Hello, | don't know this person. Did you make a mistake?"
The staff member on the other side seemed stunned for a moment before they said, "I'm sorry, but you're the
first one in his list of latest contacts. I just thought... Will it be convenient for you to chere? He's too drunk
and we can't get in touch with anyone else."
They wantedto pick up a stranger?
| was a little perplexed, and a hurried voice cfrom the staff member on the other end. "Hey, sir, don't vomit
here."
Fine then, | would go take a look.
"I'll go over now."
After hanging up the call, | got up. | had wanted Nicky to cwith me, but it was already midnight and I did not
want to disturb her rest. Hence, | hailed a taxi and went to the Imperial Clubhouse by myself.
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| went into the private room the staff mentioned and took a look.
There was a man lying on the sofa. He was dressed in casual clothes and looked young. His face was clean, but
he was drunk now and lying sideways on the sofa.
"Miss, you're finally here," the staff member greeted me. "I'll leave this to you, then. We still have work on our
side." They left hurriedly after they said that.
| did not even manage to explain things to them. | slowly walked forward while wrapping my coat around myself.
| gently pushed the man on the sofa." Hey, wake up."
"Hngh..." He murmured, then turned over. He did not seem to want to wake up.
Gods, how much did he drink?
| glanced at the wine bottles on the ground and saw that there were more than a dozen bottles. He surely did not
care for his body.
Now what should | do?
Glancing at the phone on the desk, | picked it up. Sure enough, my number was the first.
| suddenly remembered that this
number seemed to be the one from
the passerby that Susan had
stopped to use their phone to caff
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He was trying to call the girl he liked but accidentally calledbecause he was drunk.
It was that girl named Wanya.
Looking at him, | sighed. Another infatuated person.
| continued to swipe down again. Seeing one of the contacts that was saved as 'my best bud," | tentatively dialed
i)
After a while, it connected and | hurriedly said, "Hello, this is the Imperial Clubhouse. Your friend is drunk. Please
cand get him." "Okay, I'll head over now."
This voice... was also very familiar.
He hung up the call before I could respond.
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| put down the phone and sat on the sofa next to me.
"Water, | want to drink water..." the man muttered.
| got up, found a glass of water, and handed it to him. He grabbed cup and downed it all at once before
thendooking up atwith
drunken gaze. "Wanya, it's yo
He grabbed my hand, and I quickly stepped back. "No, I'm not Wanya."
"Wanya, why do you pretend that you don't know me? Have you forgotten all the beautiful memories we had?"
He was still holding my hand tightly as he approached me.
| stepped back one step at a time, but the drunk man was especially energetic. | frowned and struggled. "I'm
really not her."
"Wanya."
The man continued to approach me,
and | abruptly shoved him away. He fell to the ground, but his mind was still unclear. Seeing him approach me
again, | noted a bucket of water beside me. It had probably been for the wine. | walked there, lifted the bucket,
and poured it over his head. "Wake up, I'm not Wanya."
The cold water doused his entire body, and the chill seemed to have sobered him up a little...
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