Across from her, Violet Don quickly hung up the phone, and when Noah Bates tried to call back, he was met with a busy tone.
He seemed like a pathetic person who had lost a beloved toy, dazed like a child.
Stumbling to his feet, he grabbed a coat nearby. A waiter shouted from behind, "Sir! Watch your step... Sir!"
Noah Bates rushed out and headed to the underground garage, recklessly starting the car.
He was undoubtedly drunk driving, but Noah Bates couldn't care less; he floored the accelerator, heading straight for the area where Violet Don lived.
He didn't know what was wrong with him; he only knew that he wanted to tell her, he wanted to be honest. Violet Don, can we stop this endless torment of each other? Violet Don, stop hurting me...
It hurt so much that he felt like dying!
Meanwhile, just as Violet Don hung up the phone, a loud thud from something heavy falling startled her.