Now, the future father-in-law and future son-in-law both vomited like a symphony of vomiting; the sound of retching was incessant.
Some people couldn't take it and rushed out of the private room.
At this point, George stood up, saying, "Oh, Mr. Nova, look at the mess. If you couldn't drink, you should have said so. It's my fault for toasting you."
With just one sentence, George distanced himself and me from the fiasco. These guys were really skilled at this game.
Edward stood up, somewhat drunk, saying, "Gentlemen, it seems we can't continue today. Let's gather again next time!"
With that, he hooked his arm with mine and George's and walked out.
Others also left the private room one after another. As for Frank and Phillip, no one cared about them.
As soon as Edward left the hotel, he ran to the trash can and started vomiting.
George followed suit, along with a few other executives.