Keith rubbed his hands. He really did not want to meet Nicole here.
However, he was bound to meet the person that he did not want to see.
Nicole and Clayton's interaction revealed an intimacy that could not be hidden.
The general public was shocked to see it, let alone Eric.
This was like a knife to his heart.
Eric sat there, immersed in the darkness. His breathing was tense as he desperately tried to stifle his emotions.
Keith sensed Eric's mood and reminded him in a whisper, "Let's go to the other side for a drink?"
The private section of this club had a restaurant, lounge, and bar.
It was impossible for Eric to leave because of his pride.
Thus, it was enough to change their seat to somewhere that they could not see Nicole and Clayton so that they would not feel so bothered.
Before they could change their seats, Nicole and Clayton stood up and were ready to leave.
Keith was relieved.
As soon as they left, Eric’s stern face could no longer b e concealed. He looked extremely glum.
"How could she like him? Am I inferior to him?"
Keith said, "Eerg, to each his own. Just forget it."
The sound of the glass shattering made Eric look a little crazy.
"Forget it? I should just let it go?!"
Eric sneered. His eyes were sinister and sullen. "It’s impossible to just forget it."
With that, Eric stood up. His mind was dizzy.
Keith hurriedly supported him.
"Eerg, you drank too quickly just now, so you feel a little tipsy. I'll get a room for you to rest?"
Eric broke away from Keith's hand and walked out with a sullen face.
Keith was worried that something might happen if Eric left like that, so Keith got someone to get the room ready.
However, when Keith turned around and went out, Eric had disappeared.
Keith touched his head and thought, 'Maybe he went home?'
Eric’s mind was uncontrollably muddled and dizzy. His body was also weak.
Eric rubbed his temples and walked out.
Looking at the room number, Eric felt a bout of vertigo. The numbers overlapped as he had double vision.
Before he could knock on the door, the door opened from inside.
"Eric, you're here?"
Eric narrowed his eyes. The stiffness on his face instantly softened. "Nicole?"
The woman smiled, went over to take his hand, and led him into the room.
"You've been drinking? Since you’re in the mood, why don't we have another drink?"
The next day.
Countless reporters waited at the entrance of this club and surrounded that long street.
This was the mystery person's big reveal. They did not know who was being exposed, but they would certainly not regret it.
Everyone wanted to grab the first-hand news.
Overnight, all the major media reporters gathered there.
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