“What else should I do?”


    As Renee looked into Stefan’s bleary eyes, she was reminded of the night when he blocked her way


    domineeringly just as he was doing now, which led to them having sex. But after that night, he


    pretended that nothing ever happened, and it was precisely this kind of irresponsible behavior, like a


    tortoise hiding in its shell, that made her furious!


    “Since it’s clear that I’m the winner,” she said, “I’m under no obligation to be here with you as you


    continue to act like a madman. Don’t be a sore loser, and stop wasting other people’s time!”


    With her long suppressed anger boiling under the surface, she walked away from the man with an icy


    expression on her face, not even looking back once as she walked out the door.


    Stefan stood still in the same spot, feeling like he had just been pped on the face. For a very long


    time, he just remained there with an emotionless expression, cold as ice andpletely inscrutable.


    Inside the room, the atmosphere was very strained. Everyone looked at each other in nk dismay as


    the chilling silence reigned. From what they had heard, the former Mrs. Hunt was famously meek and


    dignified. She was the kind of woman who was suited for the life of a housewife, but now that they had


    actually met her, how was she so… ferocious?


    In the whole of Beach City, there was probably no one else who would dare to go up against Stefan


    Hunt so boldly and arrogantly. Was this the kind of brazenness borne from the knowledge that she was


    favored by him?


    Elijah knew that his boss was now drunk. Judging from past experiences, Stefan was particrly


    difficult to deal with whenever he got drunk. He usually caused a lot of trouble, so Elijah hastily got


    everyone’s attention and told them that they could leave. Otherwise, his boss might lose all self–control


    in front of these people, and would not be able to be his intimidating self and deal with anyone ever


    again!


    The people there were pretty aware of the situation, so they merely said a few words and quietly left


    the ce.


    An old man, who seemed to be rather wise and experienced, went up to Stefan and patted his


    shoulder, earnestly urging him, ‘ Don’t be discouraged, Mr. Hunt. Since your woman has run off now, all


    you have to do is chase after her. Good luck!”


    “Who’s going to chase after her?” Stefan blustered angrily, swaying like a branch in the wind. “Not me!


    I’m not taking her back even if she cries and begs me to!”


    Elijah hurriedly helped him safely to the chair and sat him down. “You’re a little drunk, Mr. Hunt. Let me


    take you home.”


    “I’m not drunk!” Stefan protested vehemently. “I’m as sober as a judge!”


    Like a wilful child, he then attempted to sit upright, and pointed at the empty decanter. “Get the waiter


    to fill it up with another bottle of wine and drag Renee Everheart back here immediately. I must beat her


    in the game tonight!”


    “Mr. Hunt,” Elijah, who was sweating profusely from exhaustion, exined helplessly, “Mrs. Hunt has


    already left, and so has everyone else. The dinner is over. Shall we go home now?”


    “Everyone’s left?” Stefan looked around in confusion, and realized that he and Elijah were the only


    ones left in the spacious room. “In that case, let’s go and have fun somewhere else!”


    After speaking, he slowly got to his feet and walked out of the door with his head hung low.


    Elijah hurried after him and supported him as he stumbled around. He sighed and cautiously reminded


    Stefan, “It’s getting reallyte now, Mr. Hunt. I think I’d better take you home so you can rest.”


    “Nonsense!” Stefan turned around and red at Elijah. “I’m Stefan Hunt! Do you think I need rest? I’m


    fully charged and ready to party, and I won’t go home until the sunes up!”


    Elijah massaged his temples, genuinely distressed. It was happening again, he groaned silently. It was


    actually happening again.


    His boss was so drunk that he was going to lose all self–control. He shuddered just thinking about it.


    “Take me to the usual ce,” Stefan ordered Elijah. “You know where it is!”


    Half an hourter, the two arrived at a nearby karaoke bar. The manager led them into their most


    luxurious private lounge before suggestively asking, “Do you need any escorts to sing with you,


    gentlemen?”


    “We don’t need anything. Just bring us some fruits and snacks,” Elijah said curtly.


    “Are you sure you don’t need anything else at all?”


    “No, we don’t!” Elijah yelled impatiently at the manager while helping thepletely drunken Stefan


    settle down.fortably.


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    The manager nced at Stefan, then back at Elijah. He seemed to suddenly understand something


    and hurriedly added, “Then have fun, gentlemen! But remember, we don’t just have pretty girls here.


    We’ve got beautiful boys too! So if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to tell us.”


    “Get lost!” Elijah roared, wishing he could physically kick the manager out of the lounge.


    When he turned around, he saw that while Stefan waszily lying on the couch, he had also been


    selecting close to a hundred songs. He then turned to Elijah and demanded, “Sing with me!”


    At that moment, Elijah wished dearly for lightning to strike him dead.


    Every time his boss got drunk, he would go to a karaoke bar and sing his heart out. Usually he would


    stop after a few songs,


    but this time, Stefan had selected more than a hundred songs. At this rate, Elijah worried that Stefan


    would not stop until he had scorched his throat andpletely destroyed his vocal cords.


    No, no, no! He had to think of a way to stop this!