Arianne Wynn was immediately awakened.
It had only been two hours since Mark Tremont left, yet he was already drunk?
“Uh... okay. Please hold on, I’m coming now!” As she spoke, she was already off the bed and putting on clothes.
When she arrived at the bar with Butler Henry, Eric Nathaniel and Jackson West were just coming out as they propped Mark Tremont up. Arianne pulled on her coat and approached them.
“Sorry for the trouble.”
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