Chapter 363

I told Abigail, "Hey, I'm hitting the restroom. Hang tight, alright?"

Then I shot a wild wink at Quinlan, who got the message and slyly gave me a thumbs up.

After doing my business, I didn't rush back. I lit up a cigarette and started puffing away. That's when I overheard some chatter from the next stall, "Yo, who's that kid from Sevan City?"

"He even got Abigail, one of the top babes of Greenvale City, to come along."

"No clue, but they look pretty tight. Maybe they're dating?"

"No way! Could his family be loaded in Sevan City?"

"Even if they're loaded, can they match up to Abigail?"

"Are you saying he's some big shot in the government?"

"Must be. That's the only thing that makes sense. Should we add him on Facebook?"

"Totally, anyone Abigail's into is worth adding."

"Let's do it together!"

The voices faded, and I couldn't help but chuckle. Out of nowhere, people thought I was some government bigwig.

And the four beauties of Greenvale City, huh? Wonder who the other three are.

After chilling for a few more minutes, I finally stepped out.

By then, Abigail was already surrounded by a bunch of women, all hanging with these rich dudes.

Compared to Abigail, who came from a powerful family, they were just trying to suck up to her.

I thought she might feel awkward, but she handled everyone like a pro, no sweat at all.

I thought, 'Being from a powerful family, social stuff like this is just second nature.'

Quinlan came over, looking bummed out, and said, "Man, I've tried everything, but I still can't connect with her. What now?"

"Didn't you use the lines I taught you?"

"I did, but she wasn't into it. I even offered her some ancient books, but she didn't care!"

He scratched his head in frustration, "I've changed so much for her, can't she see that?"

I said, "Take it easy. One day, she'll see your sincerity. At least you can talk to her now, right? That's a good start."

"True!"

Quinlan finally smiled again, "Thanks, John. If it weren't for you, I'd be in deep trouble with my dad when I got home!"

I smiled without saying anything. He put his arm around my shoulder, "Come on, let's head downstairs and grab a drink. Let them chat."

I glanced at Abigail, and she happened to look my way. Seeing Quinlan pulling me away, she nodded.

Weirdly, I got what she meant.

Following Quinlan downstairs, Richard and the other rich kids tagged along.

Drinking, playing pool, gaming, singing—they had fun just like regular folks.

Richard came over and said, "Bro, my dad said I can't mess around. I'll treat you properly next time."

Quinlan, with a cigar in his mouth, said, "No need for your hospitality. I know how to have more fun than you. Next time, let's get a couple of actresses, take a yacht to international waters, and party for a few days. No one can stop us."

"That's a killer idea. We might even get on the gambling king's ship."

Quinlan waved his hand, "You can gamble if you want, but if my family finds out, they won't let me off."

Richard chuckled, "I was just saying. If my family found out, they wouldn't spare me either."

Their conversation was a revelation. These guys might have been born with silver spoons in their mouths, but their lives weren't all champagne and caviar. The wealthier the family, the stricter the rules. The real playboys were the ones who came from new money, not these guys.

I made a mental note to tread carefully. One wrong move could land me in hot water with people far more powerful than I could handle.

"Let's drink together!"

Even though champagne's got low alcohol, once everyone got in the groove, they started mixing drinks—champagne, wine, and red wine. Folks got hammered real quick.

Then, outta nowhere, this nasty smoke smell drifted down from upstairs, followed by women screaming, "Oh no, there's a fire!"

I snapped out of it.

But those mixed drinks were no joke, and I felt a bit woozy. The thick smoke creeping along the ceiling screamed big fire upstairs.

Everyone freaked out. Quinlan cursed, "What the hell? Why didn't we hear the fire alarm?"

Richard, looking pale as a ghost, said, "I knew people would be smoking today, so I turned off the alarm!"

"Damn it!"

Quinlan cursed, and I quickly said, "Hurry, find something to carry water and put out the fire. They're still upstairs."

I yelled towards the stairs, "Abigail, Abigail, get to the bathroom and soak yourselves!"

But no answer.

I was freaking out, not knowing what was going on upstairs.

Then someone rushed to the stairs and threw water from a container.

In that instant, the fire flared up, setting the person's hair on fire.

Damn it, that wasn't water, it was alcohol!

I thought, 'Using alcohol to put out a fire, how dumb can you get?'

Quinlan, pissed off, kicked the person to the ground, "Call the fire department, now!"

The fire got bigger, and thick black smoke made it hard to see. I quickly ran to the second-floor bathroom and drenched myself from head to toe.

"John, what are you doing?"

"No time, I gotta save them!"

My adrenaline kicked in. If Abigail died because of me, I'd never forgive myself.

The scorching flames swept through, and I felt the water on my clothes evaporate instantly. My exposed skin burned.

I thought, 'Damn it, there's a five-meter-long corridor here, a death trap. Now it's on fire, like hell itself.'

In just a second or two, I rushed through, but the thick smoke choked me, making it hard to breathe, and my eyes stung.

I quickly took out a wet handkerchief and covered my nose and mouth. I thought, 'Damn, the fire spread so fast. By the time the firefighters get here, there might be nothing left but ashes.'

"Abigail, where are you?"

I called out several times, but no response. Just then, I almost tripped over something. Looking closely, it was a woman in a dress.

Leaving her here would mean certain death!

Without thinking, I carried her out!

"He's out, he's out!"

Quinlan rushed over to help, but when he saw I wasn't carrying Abigail, he panicked, "Where's Abigail?"

"Take her down first. You guys, quickly move her to a ventilated area."

With that, I went back to the bathroom and drenched myself again. This time, I got smart and took a small ice bucket filled with water.

Before rushing in, I told them, "Find a water hose, or carry water buckets if you have to!"

Then I rushed in again.

The thick smoke inside reduced visibility. I thought, 'If they're not here, could they be hiding in the bathroom?'

I quickly ran to the bathroom, "Abigail!"

"I'm in here!"

Hearing her voice, I was overjoyed.

Pushing the door open, I saw a group of women hiding inside, all drenched. The smoke inside was also thick, and some were nearly unconscious from the fumes.

The smoke was just as thick in here. They were in danger of succumbing to smoke inhalation.

I had to get them out. But the hallway was an inferno. Carrying them through that was impossible.

I slapped my forehead and saw the bathroom window!

Got it, we'll go down from here!

But I didn't expect that the back had nothing to hold onto, and we were on the third floor. Jumping would mean broken legs, if not worse.

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