Chapter 1300

“Wie received the delivery confirmation, but no response yet.

”

Matthew’s brow furrowed.

He remained silent for a moment, his mood turning somber.

“Keep a close eye on things.

Report any updates immediately.

”

Hanging up, he crossed his hands over his forehead.

The phone buzzed again.

It was Neville.

“Mr.

Clark,” a nervous, yet respectful voice greeted him.

“We’re at Blue Moon Bar.

Mr.

Pierce has gotten quite intoxicated and caused a scene.

We had to call you.

What should we do?”

The faint sounds of shattering glass and hushed pleas filtered through the phone.

Matthew sighed, his voice laced with annoyance.

“I’m on my way,” he said, picking up his coat and heading out.

Blue Moon Bar was a blur of activity as he entered.

Neville lay sprawled across the counter, staff members flanking him cautiously.

Their faces brightened at the sight of Matthew.

“Mr.

Clark!”

Matthew nodded, approaching Neville.

The pungent smell of alcohol filled his nostrils.

How much had he consumed?

“Neville,” Matthew said sternly, his face grim.

“It’s barely afternoon.

What’s gotten into you? Wake up.

”

Neville remained unresponsive.

Matthew’s scowl deepened.

An employee attentively stepped forward.

“Mr.

Pierce has been here for three days.

He drinks as soon as he wakes, then sleeps it off on the couch.

”

Matthew frowned, his voice low and firm.

“Get him to a private room.

”

He then turned around and left.

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Two staff members assisted the inebriated Neville into the room.

Matthew closed the door behind them.

He snatched the water bottle on the table, twisted off the cap, and splashed the water onto Neville’s face.

The action was swift and unforgiving.

Neville flinched, eyelids fluttering open.

Before his vision cleared, a sharp question cut through the haze.

“What are you doing?” Matthew’s voice was grim.

“Ending the engagement, breaking up with Miley—those were your choices.

You’re an adult, own your decisions.

Don’t wallow in self-pity.

”

Neville slumped back on the sofa, a humorless chuckle escaping his lips.

“I’m just a loser.

What’s the point of cheering me up?”

Matthew’s frown deepened, Neville’s cryptic words confusing him.