Wedding night...
Forrest, who was holding a wine glass, choked. "Ahem."
"President Lynch, are you okay?"
His business partner turned his eyes to him. In fact, Forrest had not drunk a lot, but why were his ears so red?
"I'm okay."
Forrest leaped to his feet and walked outside, where he asked with his teeth gnashed, "Jessica, have you no shame?"
Jessica replied, "Perhaps I'm thick-skinned, so I don’t mind having no shame."
Forrest choked once again.
"If you’re not coming back, I'll have no choice but to look for you at the Lynch family's villa. If your parents ask, I'll tell them that I'm looking for my husband."
With that, Jessica hung up.
The word 'husband' was like a raindrop falling into the lake, creating ripples.
Forrest began to feel irritated.
He had always disliked drinking when he attended social functions. However, he was filled with such mixed feelings today that he drank quite a lot.
As soon as he came out, he began to have double vision.
Then, his chauffeur helped him to the car and drove to the Lynch family’s villa.
When they were almost there, Forrest threw a look at the villas outside and suddenly said, "Send me back to Yancey Residence."
The chauffeur was dumbfounded, not understanding why Forrest wanted to go to Yancey Residence tonight. He recalled that Forrest had not been there for a long time and that the apartment should be quite dusty.
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