Chapter 798 Drown His Sorrows In Alcohol (Part One)

Just when Selina walked out of the airport, Francis went in carrying his suitcase.

With a boarding pass in his hand, Francis took a look at the time table on the large screen and silently said in his heart, 'Violet, wherever you go, I'll be there with you. Remember we made a pact of friendship? Well, you'll always have a friend in me. And now, here I come!'

Two days later

It was very quiet, both outside and inside the room. In the room, it was also dark, except for soft moonlight sipping in through the window.

Greg sat on the floor of the living room with a bottle of wine in his right hand and a glass in his left hand. As he poured the alcohol into the glass, he muttered, "Why did you leave me? Why? You promised you'd never leave me."

Taking swig after swig, Greg lost count of how much alcohol he had drunk. But sloshed as he was, he clearly knew Violet had left him. She wasn't coming back!

Vaguely, he heard a knock at the door. Skeptical that he must have heard wrong, he shook his head, trying to sober up. He then pinched himself and sure confirmed there was someone knocking at the door.

"Violet, Violet, is that you?" Delighted, Greg immediately put down the glass and bottle, turned on the light and staggered to answer the door.

But when he opened, it was not Violet, but Cassie's apprehensive?face zoomed into view. Disappointed, Greg scowled and wanted to close the door.

A strong gust of alcohol fumes slapped Cassie?on the face, as soon as the door opened. The stench and Greg's hooched-up state depressed her immediately.

"Greg, why do you drink yourself silly like this?" Asked Cassie, overwhelmed by deep concern for him. With her right hand, she blocked the door that was about to slam closed in her face. But she realized at once that Greg was unstable under his drinking binge, so she stretched her left hand too, trying to steady him and save him from collapsing into a heap on the floor.

"You just go! Don't come to my house! I am waiting for Violet!" Unable to close the door against her strong push,

“Who does she think she is? I won’t marry her even if she is the last woman on earth,” said Hiram Rong.

“Marry into a family with tens of billions of assets? How lucky I am! I won’t be so foolish as to break off the engagement. At worst, I can receive money as part of the divorce settlement,” said Rachel Ruan.

Their great-grandfathers made a pact about their engagement a hundred years ago...

aying that Greg and Violet would fight and part their ways.' she thought.

An?unnatural?smile?crossed her?face. She deliberately ruffled Greg's hair, unbuttoned his shirt and cluttered his collar so that his clothes looked a total mess.

After she finished staging her scene, Cassie stood up and opened the door, the corners of her mouth curving into a satisfied smile.

The moment the door was opened, Tim was excited to shout out, "Greg, are you okay?"

But immediately he saw Cassie, his face darkened. Alice too was shocked with the appearance of Cassie.

It took them several seconds before they came back to the present moment.

Considering Cassie from head to toe with a quizzical look, Tim asked, "What brings you here, madam? Where is Greg?"

"Oh, you two are here!" Cassie greeted them as if she was the hostess. She shrugged her shoulders and in a natural tone, told them, "Greg has had one too many. He zonked out on the couch."

The arrogant attitude with which Cassie carried herself pissed them off. Not one to suffer fools gladly, Alice raised a hand and slapped her hard on the cheek. It happened so fast that Cassie gave a terrified shriek. Not so much for the pain as for the shock of not knowing what hit her. As she recovered from the shock, Cassie instinctively moved back several steps, rubbing her cheek, which she feared was swelling.