Chapter 83: Chapter 83: Tonight We Drink Our Fill

The middle-aged man was asking a man with glasses sitting opposite him, who was presumably an agent from Stratos Entertainment. The agent looked Yvonne Sutton up and down a few times, his brows furrowing.

"Who are you?"

"I’m Claire Lawrence’s friend," Yvonne Sutton said coldly.

The agent immediately rolled his eyes. "Get lost. Get out of this room right now. Take a look at where you are. This is none of your business!"

"Claire is drunk. I’m taking her with me."

As Yvonne Sutton spoke, she reached for Claire Lawrence, but the middle-aged man tightened his arm around Claire, looking at Yvonne with a mocking expression.

"Since you’re Claire’s friend, that makes you my friend too. Come, sit down. Have a few drinks with me."

Yvonne Sutton ignored him and continued to pull at Claire Lawrence.

The middle-aged man slammed his hand on the table, his face suddenly darkening.

Seeing this, the agent quickly got up and came to Yvonne Sutton’s side.

"This man is a big deal. Let alone Claire Lawrence, even we at Stratos can’t afford to offend him. I’m warning you, don’t make him unhappy and ruin this for us. Hmph, I can’t do anything to you, but Claire can forget about ever getting another acting job!" the agent hissed to Yvonne Sutton through gritted teeth.

Yvonne Sutton took a deep breath. She looked at Claire Lawrence again—she had no idea how much alcohol Claire had been forced to drink, but it was already dribbling from the corners of her mouth.

’She’s working so hard, giving it her all. I can’t let her efforts be ruined like this.’

"You want to drink, right? Fine, I’ll drink," Yvonne Sutton said.

The agent hurriedly poured her a glass and told her to toast the middle-aged man.

Yvonne Sutton raised the glass, toasted the middle-aged man, and then downed it in one go.

"Excellent! You’re a good sport!"

The middle-aged man also raised the glass in front of him, tilted his head back, and drained it in one gulp.

"Another round, another round! We’re drinking our fill tonight!"

The middle-aged man had barely finished speaking when a loud CRASHING and BANGING came from the next room, followed by what sounded like someone hitting the wall. It sounded like a fight.

"Damn it, isn’t this a members-only club? How can they let just anyone in here!" the middle-aged man said unhappily.

The agent quickly said, "President Miller, please calm down. I’ll go next door, teach them a lesson, and tell them to get lost!"

"Hurry up, and drop my name."

"Yes, I’ll go right away."

The agent went out. The middle-aged man raised his glass. "Come on, let’s keep drinking."

Yvonne Sutton glanced at Claire Lawrence. "Look at her, she’s completely wasted. She definitely can’t drink anymore. How about I have my friend take her away?"

"Then you’ll have to have a few more drinks with me."

"No problem."

Yvonne Sutton quickly called Joshua Hale in and had him carry Claire Lawrence away.

"What about you?" Joshua Hale was worried about her.

Yvonne Sutton saw them to the door and whispered to Joshua Hale, "I’ll make an excuse to go to the bathroom and slip away in a bit."

Joshua Hale nodded. "We’ll wait for you outside."

Yvonne Sutton thought for a moment. "Alright."

After they left, Yvonne Sutton saw that the agent still hadn’t returned. She raised her glass. "Another toast to you, President Miller. I hope you’ll look out for Claire."

President Miller smiled. "I do happen to have a project on hand that’s about to start shooting."

"I wonder if there’s a role suitable for Claire?"

"Of course. Even if there isn’t, I’ll just have them add one."

"Then I’ll toast President Miller—"

"Hey, that’s not how we drink." President Miller stood up and walked over to Yvonne Sutton. "Here, I poured this drink especially for you." Yvonne immediately looked guarded and reached for the glass, but President Miller pulled it away.

"Here, let me give it to you."

Yvonne Sutton immediately took a step back. "I don’t think that’s appropriate."

"I like you, so I’m doing you this honor."

"That’s an honor I can’t accept, President Miller."

President Miller’s eyes darkened, and he fiercely smashed the glass on the ground.

"Do you have any idea that with just one word from me, I can blacklist Claire Lawrence!"

The corner of Yvonne Sutton’s mouth twitched. "So, what exactly do you mean by this drink, President Miller?"

"Heh, we’re all adults here. Don’t play dumb."

"I’m not in your circle, so I really don’t understand."

The middle-aged man raised an eyebrow. "Spend the night with me."

Yvonne Sutton took another step back. "President Miller, you’re drunk. We can schedule something for another day."

After saying that, Yvonne Sutton turned to leave.

"Stop her!" President Miller barked.

Immediately, two young men stood up from their seats, closed the door, and blocked it, preventing Yvonne Sutton from leaving.

Yvonne Sutton bit her lower lip and turned back to President Miller. "President Miller, you’re all here to talk business today. You wouldn’t want to continue this conversation down at the police station, would you?"

"Heh, threatening me?" President Miller sneered. "They can all testify for me that you voluntarily stayed behind to keep me company in place of Claire Lawrence."

President Miller staggered over to Yvonne Sutton and reached out to grab her chin, but she dodged him.

"You’re not getting away tonight. You might as well be a good girl. If you make me happy, I’ll give you anything you want."

Yvonne took a deep breath and pulled out her phone to call Joshua Hale, but President Miller snatched it away from her as soon as she did.

"Trying to call for help? Oh no, that won’t do. I haven’t even had a chance to ’dote’ on you yet."

Saying that, President Miller moved closer to Yvonne Sutton.

Yvonne Sutton quickly backed away, while President Miller pursued her step by step. Just as she was about to be backed against the wall, the door was suddenly kicked open from the outside.

The agent, his face bruised and swollen, was pushed in by a tall man in a suit and sunglasses.

"Hey, who the hell are you—"

Before President Miller could finish, the man in sunglasses took out a fruit knife and walked forward. He glanced at President Miller, then stabbed the knife down into the watermelon on the fruit platter in the center of the table.

The watermelon split open with a CRACK, red juice bleeding out.

The man in sunglasses had a murderous look on his face. He scanned the room, then turned and walked out.

As soon as the man in sunglasses was gone, the agent collapsed to the floor.

"President Miller... ouch, that hurts... The person in the next room is not someone we can afford to provoke," the agent said, clutching his face.

President Miller gave a dry cough. "Who are they?"

"Quincy Hughes of Westbrook. You’ve heard of him, right?"

Hearing this name, the fat on President Miller’s face trembled.

"It’s him?"

"When I went in, *he* was kneeling on the ground."

Hearing this, President Miller couldn’t help but swallow hard.

"W-we... let’s go somewhere else."

"Right, right, let’s go drink somewhere else."

The agent quickly gathered the other actors from his company, and President Miller also rushed to leave. But after a few steps, he remembered Yvonne Sutton.

"You, come with us."

Yvonne Sutton shot President Miller a cold glare, and as soon as she was out the door, she walked in the opposite direction from them.

President Miller immediately lunged forward and grabbed her. "Tonight, you are going to make sure I have my fun!"

Yvonne’s arm was seized, and she was yanked back several steps.

In a club like this, no one would be reckless enough to step in and help her. Besides, President Miller had stolen her phone. Yvonne was growing desperate when she spotted a vase standing in front of the neighboring private room. An idea struck her, and she kicked it over.

With a loud CRASH, the door to the private room swung open.