Chapter 314
She hung up right after she finished talking!
"Who was that?" Lauren asked.
I let out a sigh, "Looks like we gotta call it a day. That was the deputy general manager from Skyliho Group. I haven't quit yet, and I'm still driving for the deputy GM."
She nodded, "Well, color me impressed. You're really something else."
A woman's praise is like rocket fuel for a guy.
I shifted a bit, and she hummed, "Didn't you say we were done?"
"Man, I hate myself for not logging into the forum sooner. We could've hooked up earlier."
She laughed, "Even if I had the thought before, I might not have reached out to you!"
Reluctantly, I moved again, and she immediately hummed, "I thought we were done?"
I scratched my head. This chick was really something.
Next time, I gotta ask her how she became a forum admin.
After grabbing some hangover meds, I got back to the car, and the phone rang, "Get over here and help!"
I looked towards the bar and saw the two of them stumbling out, looking like they were about to faceplant any second.
I rushed over. There were tons of cars parked outside Midnight Jazz Bar, with a bunch of creeps waiting for drunk girls to come out so they could take advantage of them!
Don't think I'm exaggerating. Most bars have these vultures hanging around.
A lot of girls get taken advantage of when they're wasted, and some even end up pregnant.
As I got closer, two guys nearby tried to help, but I snapped, "What do you think you're doing? Touch them, and you'll regret it!"
Being tall and well-dressed, I scared off the two punks, and they backed off.
I went to help them, "Mrs. Foster, how'd you both get so hammered?"
She looked at me with glazed eyes, "John,"
And then she puked, all over me.
As she hurled, the chick named Grace started puking too.
What a mess, not just on my clothes, but my pants and shoes were trashed too.
They couldn't handle their booze, so why'd they drink so much?
I ditched my clothes, gently patted their backs, helped them into the car, and the creeps around, who were waiting to pounce, got scared seeing the luxury car.
I quickly gave them water. Grace passed out after drinking, but she wouldn't take the hangover meds.
Linda was super drunk by now. As soon as she got in the car, she started yelling, "Drive, drive to Oakwood Meadows. I wanna crash at my friend's place. Hurry up and drive!"
"Mrs. Foster, take the hangover meds."
"I'm not drunk. I don't need the meds!"
She grabbed my hand, spilling water all over the car, and the meds disappeared into some crevice.
I was covered in their puke, and honestly, I was feeling grossed out.
Damn it.
I tossed my suit, took off my shoes, and said helplessly, "Mrs. Foster, sit tight. I'll take you back now."
Saying that, I started the car. Linda kept holding my hand, messing with my driving. I had to slow down. At a traffic light, the car stopped, and I said helplessly, "How much did you both drink?"
"Not much, just three bottles of red wine, a bottle of white wine, and four bottles of beer."
No wonder they were so wasted.
Grace was drunk but not causing trouble, which was fine.
But when Linda got drunk and caused a scene, that's a whole different story.
"Sit tight, Mrs. Foster, we're almost there!"
"John, did you enjoy touching my thigh today?"
My head was spinning, "What did you say? Mrs. Foster, don't talk nonsense!"
Damn, she's drunk and talking nonsense, and the worst part? It's all true.
I was a bit freaked out. If Steven ever got drunk and she spilled the beans, he'd definitely come after me.
"Dare to do but not admit it, John, you're really bold, actually daring to touch my thigh!" She grabbed my ear, making me wince in pain!
I jerked, almost hitting another car!
"Let go, Mrs. Foster, let go!"
"I won't let go, tell me, did you touch my thigh, did you?"
"My ear's about to be ripped off, let go!"
I winced in pain, and just then, a big car zoomed by on the left!
With a whoosh, I almost collided with that car!
I was sweating bullets, scared that if I hit the big car, I might get injured if I was lucky, or even die if I wasn't!
Enduring the pain, I pulled over to the side of the road, then yanked her hand away, and shouted angrily, "Are you done? If you wanna die, don't take me with you!"
She was stunned at first, then angrily said, "John, you're so bold. You actually dare to scold me. I'll tell Mr. Walton that you touched my thigh and peeked at my private parts."
I was fed up. As she kept talking nonsense, she grabbed my ear again. I was getting scared and slapped her face, "Damn it, if you hit me, I'll slap you to death!"
By now, she was already drunk. I thought, why not just strip her clothes here, take a photo, and she wouldn't dare to be angry with me.
But what I didn't expect was that my slap completely triggered her drunken rage.
"You hit me. You actually hit me. You touched my thigh and peeked at me. You dare to hit me. You despicable little driver. You dare to hit me. I let you touch my thigh as a great reward."
She reached out, trying to scratch my face. Her long nails would definitely hurt me if she scratched me!
Damn, I make a living with my face!
If she scratched my face, how could I show myself in public!
I dodged, and slapped her again, "You bitch, you have pissed me off!
One slap wasn't enough, so I slapped her again!
After two slaps, she seemed dazed, maybe from the pain, maybe from being stunned. She stood there, tears welling up in her eyes.
Then she burst into tears.
My head was pounding, "Are you crying? I'll slap you again!"
Saying that, I didn't care anymore, stepped on the gas, and drove straight to Oakwood Meadows.
"We're here, which building do you live in?"
Just then, Grace, who was sleeping, suddenly started retching. I was afraid she would vomit in the car, so I quickly got out and helped her out.
No matter how beautiful a woman was, she looked very messy after vomiting. This time, I felt extremely disgusted.
The smell of vomit mixed with perfume made my stomach churn.
"Which building do you live in?"
She mumbled, "Building three, apartment 801! The key is in my bag!"
I glanced at Linda, who also stumbled out of the car, "I want to go upstairs too!"
Forget it, let her rest here tonight. It would be better than going back and being seen by her housekeeper, which would be hard to explain.
I supported the two of them upstairs. On the halfway there, Linda suddenly said, "The suitcase, go get the suitcase from the trunk!"
I was speechless. Things had come to this, and she still wanted to play games?
"Hurry up, go get it!"
Seeing her shouting, I was afraid of waking up the residents in the neighborhood, "Fine, I'll get it!"
I took out the small suitcase, making it difficult to support them.
After some thought, I just carried them both on my shoulders. They weren't heavy!
Arriving on the eighth floor, I searched in Grace's bag.
I found the key, opened the door, and it was a pink world inside.
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