A group of people bid farewell outside the KTV.
Rowanda Peterson looked at Zuri Ginger with her flushed face, about to speak when Grassy suddenly raised her voice and said, "Mr. Great, can you send me home?"
Rowanda was taken aback.
Zuri was also taken aback.
Rowanda glanced at her calmly, smiled at Grassy, and said, "Sorry, I still..."
"You should send her." Zuri suddenly interrupted him, biting her lip with difficulty, "Please, okay? Grassy seems a bit drunk, it’s dangerous for her to go home alone, you should send her."
Rowanda frowned, "How will you go back by yourself? It looks like you’ve also drunk quite a bit."
"I’m fine," Zuri glanced at Grassy and hurriedly said, "I’ll have our driver come pick me up."
Rowanda didn’t say anything.
He was usually silent and was more than four years older than Zuri, not speaking gave him a certain depth.
"I’m really fine," Zuri however felt a tingling on her scalp, looked up, and softly laughed, "I’ll have my brother come and pick me up, along with the driver, is that okay?"
"Then call him." Rowanda finally compromised, "Call him first."
Zuri nodded, and smiled at the inquisitive Grassy.
She called Bob Ginger.
Bob was about to start school, immersed in his assignments, hearing her abnormal voice and thinking of Edward Davis’s affairs, naturally he was concerned.
He agreed immediately over the phone.
Zuri hung up, smiled at the two, and said, "He’s coming soon, you should go first."
"Alright," Rowanda gave her a complex look, helplessly said, "I’ll go get the car first."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the parking lot.
Grassy watched his back for a long time before coming back to her senses, wrapped her arm around Zuri’s shoulders and said, "I was really nervous. I was afraid he would refuse, thanks for speaking up for me."
Zuri realized belatedly, looking somewhat uncomfortable.
Grassy was a bit drunk, couldn’t observe her reaction, nodded repeatedly, "Yes, tall, handsome, and rich, isn’t that tall, rich, and handsome? Remember the rankings released recently, his royalties were 30 million, I only make a bit over 300,000 a year!"
"Definitely pursue him, maybe take advantage of the drinking tonight and get him directly?"
"Hey, do you think I can succeed?"
Grassy kept talking without pause, Zuri could hardly get a word in.
Grassy waved at her, walked over alluringly.
Opened the car door and got in quick as a flash.
Rowanda didn’t know if he was angry, lowered the window and waved at her from afar, then drove away.
Zuri stood in place, her expression complex as she bit her lip.
She was well aware of Rowanda’s worth.
Because she knew exactly this point, she had agreed to date him earlier.
She also rose to fame online, not particularly long, just over three years, gained popularity quickly.
Women’s content doesn’t compare to men’s.
She earned much more than Grassy, adding up all kinds of revenue, she’d have a few million a year.
But it didn’t seem as glamorous on the surface.
The more she earned, the more she spent, like a snowball.
Right now, various expenses were starting to weigh on her.
Aiden Jiang and Charlotte Chester were pampered by her since childhood, never worried about food and clothing, but she was always competitive and never took money after earning, instead, she bought many things for Charlotte.
Necklaces, earrings, rings, watches, handbags, perfumes, pins, scarves...
The luxury items a woman could use, she had bought.
Aiden and Charlotte theoretically shouldn’t be excessively luxurious, but in fact, in social settings, women compare only those three things.
A man is one, a child is one, and attire is one.
Charlotte had a husband like Aiden, and herself as an adopted daughter.
Usually, she wasn’t short on praise.
Gradually, those ladies in the circle knew her.
Her talents, filial piety, and income were well known by many, taken as a model for adopted daughters.
However, it was essentially a vicious cycle.
She had to have money, had to write continuously to maintain the surface glory.
Always thought getting married would allow her to escape Charlotte.
Then Mia Ginger appeared.
Thinking of her, Zuri’s mood suddenly worsened, gritting her teeth in hatred.
Rowanda might have had some complaints about her, needing placation.
Grassy knows many of her unflattering matters, also only able to placate continuously.
Bob hadn’t arrived yet.
Zuri was irritated, thinking about what Grassy had said earlier, she was about to explode, turned around, and stomped back into the private room.
Listening to music, ordering rounds of drinks.
Alone, drinking cup after cup.
By the time Bob finally found her, she was already somewhat unconscious.
Covered in the smell of alcohol.
"Sis, sister!" Bob bent down and patted her face, agitatedly unsure of what to do, shook her shoulders firmly twice.
"Bob," Zuri woke up, smiled at him, "You’re here."
"Why did you drink so much!" Bob said gloomily, "I’m worried that mom and dad will notice, I didn’t dare to call the driver, how do we get back when you’ve drunk so much."
"Not going back." Zuri clasped his wrist, buried her face against his chest, then tightly hugged him, murmured, "Not going back, let’s stay at a hotel, okay?"
"Stay at a hotel," Zuri was somewhat clearer, the image of Charlotte’s face flashed chaotically in her mind, the resentment within her suddenly reached a peak, causing her head to throb intensely, looked at Bob with eyes full of charm, coquettishly said, "Stay at a hotel with sis, okay?"
Bob looked at her face close in front of him, his entire body stiffened.
Before he could speak, suddenly there was a bang by his ear.
He was startled, Mia Ginger appeared under the light at the doorway, her expression cold and disgusted.
In an instant, he felt relieved.
His mind began to wander again.
Him being this close with Zuri, would Mia feel uncomfortable seeing it?
Bob let go, and Zuri fell onto the sofa.