Chapter 594

“Dad, please don’t do this.”

Michael Marshall was angry, but he kept suppressing his fury.

Even though he had gotten enough of his father’s sulkiness and fuss, he still pacified him with a mild voice.

After a while, the old man remained stern, refusing everyone’s persuasion. Finally, Bella Thompson suggested, “Let dad rest for a while, and he can have his porridge later.”

Left with no other choice, Michael Marshall helplessly sat aside to wait.

The butler brought the burn ointment, and Bella Thompson, regardless of her real intentions, could only apply the medicine in front of Michael Marshall.

…

After just a few glasses of red wine, Olivia Jenkins and Abigail Anderson both felt oddly dizzy.

It was strange; the wine seemed to be getting stronger, Olivia Jenkins even felt her face heating up.

Nevertheless, the meal tonight was quite enjoyable, a bit wild, a felt liberating.

Plus, the seafood feast was well worth it.

“For the next round, it’s my treat! Whether you all want to go to a Karaoke, or anywhere else, I’m open to suggestions.”

Without a second thought, Abigail Anderson agreed with Olivia Jenkins, “Let’s go clubbing.”

Martin Wallace, Adam Howard, and Oliver Johnson, looked at each other, dumbstruck for a moment.

Would Olivia Jenkins and Abigail Anderson be courting death if they went clubbing?

Uh…

Licking his lips, Adam Howard tactfully suggested, “Or, we could go together for some fun, it’s more enjoyable when everyone’s involved!”

After thinking for a bit, Martin Wallace reluctantly nodded, “I think it’s feasible!”

Oliver Johnson shrugged nonchalantly, “If you guys are going, of course I’m in.”

Adam Howard’s handsome eyebrows twitched mysteriously as he glanced at Martin Wallace and Oliver Johnson, “Then let’s go together.” We share in troubles and rejoice in blessings!

Hurriedly, Martin Wallace chimed in, “No time to waste, let’s go!”

Adam Howard took a deep breath, rubbing his forehead.

…

In the dim light, a sea of people churned.

In the dance floor, men and women were dancing passionately, their expressions were relaxed and lively!

Olivia Jenkins and Abigail Anderson danced their hearts out, the blasting music ever testing their flexibility.

Adam Howard and Martin Wallace sat at the table closest to the dance floor, their entire focus fixed on Olivia Jenkins and Abigail Anderson—they appeared more like personal bodyguards at the moment.

Adam Howard recorded a video and sent it to their group chat of five, placing his phone on the table, he joked, “Bringing someone else’s wife and girlfriend to a club, aren’t we asking for a beating?”

Martin Wallace laughed at himself, “The key point is, we’re like three pitiful single dogs, serving as door guards!”

Oliver Johnson picked up his beer, “We’re here now, let’s have a drink. Look how happy and wild they look, compared to them, we’re like three monsters.”

Cheers, they all drank their beer.

Adam Howard continued, “I’ve been watching carefully, as you guys might have noticed, Daniel did not call his wife even after dinner. That’s unusual, they must have had a fight.”

Martin Wallace patted Adam Howard on the shoulder, “Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Your phone’s ringing, it’s Daniel. Going to answer it?”

Adam Howard took a sip of his beer, accompanied by some peanuts, “Ignore him, let him worry. It’s his wife, none of our concern! Tonight, I originally planned for a dinner to improve their relationship, who knew Daniel wouldn’t show up.”

Suddenly, Martin Wallace’s phone also started ringing.

Adam Howard took Martin Wallace’s phone and placed it on the table, “No matter how many calls come, I’m not answering.”