Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1730

Even Julian, who usually steered clear of alcohol, was drinking enough to turn his cheeks rosy and his neck thick with excitement. The group was on the verge of dancing on the bar table, and to everyone's surprise, William was the first to strip off his shirt, showing off his rare eight-pack abs.

"Haha, you lost! I'm the bravest man here!" he declared with a triumphant grin.

Sandy's jaw dropped slightly, clearly not accustomed to witnessing such wild antics. The next moment, poor Julian let out a loud retch and vomited.

Booker, quick as lightning, snatched a nearby trash can to catch Julian's mess. Despite being pretty tipsy himself, his professional instincts kicked in-handling a trash can for his boss was no big deal.

Colby stood up and made his way over to Sophie, suggesting, "Everyone's pretty much had their fill. Who knows how long this party will last. If you're tired, I can take you home."

"No need," Sophie replied with a smile. "There are still two bottles left, right?"

Colby back to their seats, gave him a cheeky wink, and said, "Tonight, we're all in until we're out cold. Don't hold back on my account;

made Colby

shouted, having

of frustration and disbelief. "You punk, let your

if there were a hundred of you!" Adler boasted, his attitude

in? Beg me,"

Griffin and Colby, gritting his teeth, wishing he could take Adler down a

chatted into the wee hours, covering every topic under the sun. By the end, they had a good cry

the table. Those who had been

Colby walked in from outside, carrying a steaming cup of milk. Sophie mumbled, "Colby...

and Griffin left early, Julian and Booker