Chapter 160 Noir was a restaurant built on an artificial lake. The many pavilions were actually exquisite private rooms. These rooms were connected by a winding water corridor. From a distance, the brilliant lights created a unique scenery that also carried a sense of luxury Justin had a lot to drink, leaning on Agnesâ shoulder, he sobbed and said, âAgnes, I really canât bear to part with you. Please divorce Jared and come with me. Letâs go to the Eiffel Tower, and all those romantic and fun placesâ
As Justin spoke, he actually started singing. The melody was very gentle. But sung from the drunken Justin, it was unforgettable.
Justin sat with the director, scriptwriter, and some other key creative personnel. They were all on edge because sitting on the other side of Agnes was Jared But Justin insisted on sitting next to Agnes, not clear if he was really drunk or pretending During the three months of working together on a movie, Agnes and Justin had become friends. Justin was her childhood playmate, Lil Potato. Maybe because of their mothers, they would talk about things from their childhood, including the warm memories when their mothers were still alive, which Agnes missed greatly.
Agnes said to Justin, âYouâre drunk, let Yvonne take you home, okay?â
Justin leaned on Agnesâs shoulder and refused to leave, âIâm not going I want a kiss, and a hugâ
Justin was really drunk, and Agnes didnât know what to do. She stood up and said to everyone, Tll take Justin to the rest room, and let him sleep for a while. Then call Yvonne come to pick him up.â
With that, she helped Justin up and walked out.
Jared watched their retreating figures, his eyes slowly narrowing. Everyone was nervous for Justin, was he pushing Mr.
Whitfieldâs limits?
They originally thought Mr. Whitfield would have someone forcibly remove Justin. But to their surprise, he asked a waiter, âDo you have anything for sobering up?â
The waiter replied, âYes.â
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Jared was truly a big shot, and no one could compare to his magnanimity. His wife was being pestered by another man, yet he could so generously consider his health and ordered him a hangover soup.
Jared casually said, âMake me the most bitter hangover soup. My friend has unique tastes. The ordinary one might not sober him up, the bitterer the betterâ
The waiter glanced at Jared, they had never had such a request before. But he still went to prepare the soup.
The people at the table all had satisfied expressions. This was the Mr. Whitfield they knew. Additionally, they deeply sympathized with Justin, the phrase âasking for troubleâ fit him perfectly.
Agnes returned quickly. At the same time, the waiter brought in a very bitter hangover soup. Agnes curiously asked, âWhatâs this?â
Jared smiled, his eyes gentle, âI ordered a hangover soup for Justin. Heâll feel better after drinking it.â
Agnes was overjoyed, âYouâre so thoughtful.â She thought Jared would be upset.
Jared still smiled and said, âYour friends are my friends.â
Then he turned to the waiter and said, âTake this hangover soup to the lounge, make sure he drinks it all.â
Agnes was deeply touched, âHoney, you are just too sweet.â
Everyone was stunnedâ Ms. Pritchard, it seemed like she didnât know her husband well enough.