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?"

"Tonight, we're all in until we're

full of energy again made Colby

match for me!" Adler shouted, having just pinned

face was a mixture of frustration and disbelief.

hundred of you!" Adler boasted, his attitude cocky and

to step in? Beg me," Griffin teased, usually so reserved, now

gritting his teeth, wishing he could take Adler down a

hours, covering every topic under the

sun peeked over the horizon the next morning, Sophie groggily woke up from the table. Those

carrying a steaming cup of milk. Sophie mumbled, "Colby...

yet," he replied, handing Sophie the milk. "Elodie and Griffin left early, Julian and Booker caught a morning flight, and William couldn't handle his drinks, so Harold took