Finn Grant dialed Anna Thornton’s cell phone, but no one answered.
Conrad Sterling watched coldly as he tried several more tis with no answer, and couldn’t help but let out a mocking snort.
The others were also busy making phone calls to find soone; so of them were married yet chose to call their mistresses who lived nearby. It’s not just to have soone pick them up sooner, but also because they knew what kind of place this club was and feared a scene if their wives saw them here. Those won without status usually didn’t mind since they weren’t supposed to be exposed, and understood how to save face for the n.
Ethan Hawthorne saw that Conrad Sterling was unmoved and couldn’t help but tease, "President Sterling, you’re having it rough. Marilyn has a film festival red carpet tonight and is likely already in the South. Even if she gets your call and rushes back on a flight, she’ll be the last one to arrive."
"That’s why you can’t have only one woman; it’s better to have a few on hand just in case."
"Plus, isn’t Miss Ford always so aloof? She acts like no one is good enough for her. Even if she hasn’t gone south, I doubt she’d co over."
"Who makes President Sterling like the untouchable ones?"
"President Sterling, if you really can’t find a woman to pick you up, why not borrow one from ? I have more than enough."
...
These guys were really drunk, barely in their right minds, to dare speak to Conrad Sterling like this.
Having seen how they usually resembled mice encountering a cat when facing him, it was the first ti Conrad Sterling had been taunted like this by anyone, and his face imdiately darkened.
Unfortunately, everyone was too drunk to notice the shift in his expression, too dizzy to read the room.
Finn Grant gave him a disdainful look, deliberately being malicious: "We’re not kids. When playing gas, there should be penalties; otherwise, what’s the point? How about this: The last person to leave tonight covers the bill..."
"Covering the bill is not enough; if you’re going to play, play sothing exciting," Ethan Hawthorne interjected, "The last place is humiliating, but ultimately, it’s the fault of their woman coming late. Why don’t we make the last person do a ’live show training’?"
Finn Grant initially intended the punishnt to be for the last one to leave to foot the bill and sleep on the street.
He was targeting Conrad Sterling, knowing the man had a cleanliness obsession and was prideful, deliberately trying to make him uncomfortable.
But he didn’t expect Ethan Hawthorne to propose such a perverted punishnt, sparking unanimous perverted agreent among the group.
Just think about Conrad Sterling always following behind Marilyn Ford with ulterior motives. To make him ’train’ The Eldest Miss Ford... what a show it would be!
Later, under everyone’s anticipation, the first to arrive at the private room was Sarah Grant!
Sarah Grant was still in her pajamas; after receiving Henry Willow’s call, she didn’t have ti to change and hurried over just wearing a coat.
After opening the door, she ignored everyone in the box, including her own brother, and headed straight for Henry Willow: "What happened to you?"
Henry Willow had called Sarah Grant in the middle of the night, providing only an address without specific details.
Sarah Grant hurried over, afraid she might have delayed him.
Slling the alcohol on Henry Willow, she frowned with concern, "Why did you drink so much again? I’ve told you not to get drunk like this; it’s dangerous, and you’ll have a headache in the morning."
"Sarah Grant, co over here!"
Hearing Finn Grant call her, Sarah Grant turned her head as if seeing him for the first ti: "Brother, you’re here too? Why didn’t you help persuade Henry to drink less?"
Finn Grant: "..."
"I’ll take Henry back first. Brother, go ho early yourself."
Is this what a sister should say?
As long as Henry Willow was around, Sarah Grant wouldn’t see anyone else, not even her own brother.
But then again, Finn Grant was used to this kind of treatnt from her.
But what was going on today? Look at the faces of those n present, look at what kind of won they found?
Henry Willow actually called Sarah Grant to this kind of place, was he treating Finn Grant’s sister as a plaything?
If Finn Grant’s eyes could shoot daggers, Henry Willow would be like a "borrowed arrows" target.
In fact, Henry Willow was having a hard ti; he didn’t intend to call Sarah Grant.
But with Finn Grant there, calling up any other woman and revealing his hand would be suicide.
Seeing Sarah Grant actually arrive, Finn Grant also had murder in mind.
Ultimately, no matter what he did regarding Sarah Grant, it was wrong. Henry could only bla himself for getting involved with the Grant siblings, making himself an outsider.
"Sarah Grant, you’re not taking this loser away today."
"Brother, so many people are watching; why are you badmouthing people? Henry has dignity too."
"And you care about his dignity? Have you looked at how much face you’ve lost for ?"
"I’m here to pick up my boyfriend; what’s so embarrassing about that?"
"How many tis have I told you, not to say in public that this loser is your boyfriend. He’s not worthy of you. Little girl, the older you get, the less you listen. If you don’t co over, I’ll lay hands on you!"
Finn Grant said and indeed pulled Sarah Grant away from Henry Willow...
"Jenny, maybe you shouldn’t care about . First, take your brother ho on a tight leash," Henry Willow chuckled, "it’s the middle of the night, and he’s been drinking; it could be dangerous."
This ’danger’ obviously referred to the danger he posed to others.
Sarah Grant hadn’t understood yet, but Finn Grant caught the sinister sarcasm lurking behind Henry Willow’s smile.
What did he an by taking him ho on a leash? Wasn’t he implying Finn was a certain type of animal that might bite?
Finn Grant instantly flared up, and finally, the ashtray he’d been holding all night flew towards Henry Willow: "Dare you curse ? That loser, you tired of living today?"
"Brother..." Sarah Grant scread aloud.
Fortunately, she grabbed Finn Grant’s arm just in ti, and the crystal ashtray narrowly missed Henry Willow, barely brushing past his hair.
Now it was Sarah Grant’s turn to be furious: "Brother, that’s too much! Henry’s right, if you’re drunk, just go ho already! If you have a seizure, take so dicine! Don’t take out your anger on innocent people; you think you can afford to pay if you hurt soone?"
Finn Grant: "..."
While Finn Grant was being ’reprimanded’ by his own sister, with everyone watching the show, Conrad Sterling discreetly took out his phone.
He scrolled through his contacts and found that besides business partners, there were only three won to choose from.
One was Marilyn Ford, another was Anna Thornton, and the last was Jane Jennings.
Of course, Marilyn Ford wasn’t in Aethelgard now, so she was imdiately ruled out.
That left choosing between Anna Thornton and Jane Jennings.
Conrad Sterling had seen Finn Grant call Anna Thornton before, but the call wasn’t answered.
If he wanted to win, he should call Jane Jennings.
Conrad Sterling’s finger hardly paused over the two nas before finally landing on Anna Thornton’s na and number.
He also called Anna Thornton!
Ethan Hawthorne’s boring ga wasn’t sothing Conrad Sterling wanted to participate in from the start.
What’s the point of competing with these people, who wins or loses?
If it was competing with Finn Grant... he did want to see the look on this lunatic’s face when he lost.
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