Chapter 535 Knocked Out with One Kick
Nicholas didn't even think twice, just blurted out, "Yeah, sure."
Josie lit up, "Awesome, Dad! Mom and I will be waiting."
"Cool."
Nicholas took off to Country M to see Charles. Charles was still out cold, but everything else about him was back to normal.
Back at the Watson Mansion, Aragorn had given up on trying to take back the Watson Group. He knew it was a lost cause.
Everyone at the company was all about Nicholas now. Even the old-timers who used to back Aragorn were telling him to let Nicholas run the show.
When Aragorn did show up at the company, they treated him with respect, but that was it.
Aragorn was chilling in the living room, watching the news, when Gummidge brought him a plate of fruit.
"New Year's coming up. Call Nicholas and tell him to come home for dinner."
Gummidge hesitated. "I already told him, but he doesn't seem interested."
Aragorn's forehead veins popped. "This is his home. If he doesn't come back on New Year's Eve, where does he think he's going?"
Gummidge stayed calm. "Don't get worked up. I'll call him again later."
Aragorn snorted.
"If he comes back, have Daisy over for dinner too."
"Got it."
Daisy was super pregnant, due in a month. Everyone was being extra careful with her, so she was resting at the Wolf Mansion. Aragorn and Gummidge didn't dare to object.
Keeping the pregnant lady happy was top priority. Daisy would be even more bummed if she stayed at the Watson Mansion and couldn't see Nicholas.
"Oh, and isn't Paul around too? Tell him to come home for dinner."
"Will do. I'll call him now."
Paul was at some fancy party, hanging with other rich kids, and had way too much to drink.
His phone kept buzzing, so he had to leave the hot girl next to him and step outside to take the call.
"Yeah?"
Gummidge could tell he was wasted. "Paul, where are you?"
"At a restaurant."
"Drinking with your buddies again?"
"Aunt Gummidge, what do you need?"
"New Year's coming up. When you get back to Country Y, come home for dinner with Nicholas."
"Got it. If that's all, I'm hanging up."
Before Gummidge could say anything, Paul hung up.
He rubbed his head, feeling the booze hitting him hard.
Hearing the party sounds from the private room, Paul chuckled, grabbed his phone, and left.
In the parking lot, Paul fished out his car keys.
"You're drunk; you can't drive."
A soft voice came from behind. Paul turned and saw a delicate but kinda sickly-looking girl standing there.
Paul thought, 'She looks familiar.'
"Who are you?" Paul tried to remember if he knew her.
Diana felt a pang of sadness. 'We've met twice, and he still doesn't remember me?' she wondered.
"I'm Diana." She walked over slowly.
Paul brooded, 'The name rings a bell too.'
Paul's head was pounding. He didn't want to think about who she was anymore and decided to ignore her.
He opened the car door.
Diana suddenly shut the door and said firmly, "You've been drinking; you can't drive."
"Who said I was gonna drive? I'm just grabbing something."
He knew better than to drink and drive.
"Alright," Diana said, feeling a bit awkward as she stepped aside.
Paul opened the car door again, leaned in, and grabbed a bottle of water from the passenger seat. He chugged more than half of it.
As he drank, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and some water spilled from his lips, sliding down his smooth jawline and neck.
Diana's heart raced even faster as she watched him. Damn, he looked good.
She had already dug up everything about Paul's background.
While everyone around her thought Paul was just a rich playboy who liked to hang out with other spoiled brats, Diana saw him differently. To her, Paul was a gentleman.
A guy like Paul, with all his money, was someone she never thought she'd have a shot with.
But now she was the heiress of the Wolfs, and the Wolfs had a good relationship with the Watsons.
Maybe she and Paul would be seeing a lot more of each other.
Noticing Diana's gaze, Paul, even in his drunken state, sensed something was up.
He finished the last sip of water, turned to Diana, and asked, "Why are you staring at me?"
Diana immediately looked away, blushing.
"Nothing."
The alcohol was hitting Paul hard, and he stumbled a bit. Diana quickly stepped forward to support him.
"Paul, are you okay?"
Paul's stomach felt queasy.
He instinctively leaned on Diana, but she was too weak and ended up getting knocked down by him.
Diana fell to the ground with Paul on top of her. Despite the pain, she felt oddly happy.
"Are you okay?" Paul asked, his breath reeking of alcohol. For the first time, Diana found the smell of alcohol pleasant.
"I'm fine." Diana was so nervous she could barely speak.
Paul struggled to get up.
Suddenly, a woman rushed over and started snapping pictures with her phone.
"Pervert! Let go of this girl. I've got pictures of your face and called the cops. They'll be here soon."
Paul was stunned, his alcohol-clouded brain slow to react.
The woman kicked him hard, causing him to fall against the car and then to the ground. His stomach churned, and he started vomiting violently, even spitting up blood.
He looked up, and before losing consciousness, he vaguely saw the woman's fierce face.
The woman, seeing Paul pass out, breathed a sigh of relief and quickly helped Diana up.
"Are you okay?" Christina Mitchell looked Diana up and down, relieved to see her clothes intact.
Diana was stunned and pointed at Paul. "He..."
"Don't worry, he's passed out. You're not in danger anymore."
'How shameless!' Christina had just returned to the country and already encountered a drunkard harassing a girl in an underground parking lot!
Diana was on the verge of tears. "Miss, you misunderstood. I wasn't in any danger, and he wasn't harassing me. We're friends."
"I saw him on top of you. Don't be afraid; I've called the cops."
"No, he was drunk, and I couldn't support him, so he fell on me." Diana explained for a while before Christina figured out she had misunderstood.
But Paul had already been knocked out by Christina's kick.
Christina awkwardly looked at Diana and then at Paul.
"Should we take him to the hospital?"
Diana nodded.