Chapter 377

Chapter 377:

Though he was tall and muscular from his love of working out, his singing voice was unexpectedly soothing, a stark contrast to his usual deep voice.

Fernanda settled comfortably on the sofa, her eyes closed as she listened to Alex sing. It was a delightful experience.

“Zero Degree really deserves its reputation,” Alex said with excitement. “The sound system here is incredible. I swear, my voice even sounds better.” Neal chuckled as he took a sip of his drink.

He seemed distracted, though, gulping down drink after drink, as if trying to bury something weighing on his mind.

Fernanda leaned in, settling next to Neal. “Hey, what’s going on? Are you alright p>

Neal shrugged and waved his hand dismissively. “It’s nothing. I just really like these p>

Drinks, so I’m having a bit more. Don’t you want to join me? It’s boring to drink alone p>

“Why not?” Fernanda replied, pouring herself a drink and tapping her glass against Neal’s in a toast.

As Fernanda drank deeply, Neal seemed to lighten up. He followed suit, drinking even faster, as though it were the easiest thing in the world.

Before long, Sloane joined them, and the table soon overflowed with empty bottles.

Neal rubbed his forehead, then raised his hand with a weary sigh. “Alright, I need a breather. I’m done for now p>

Neal had downed too many drinks too fast and now felt the room spinning. A wave of nausea hit him, so he stood up, saying he needed to step outside for some fresh air to clear his head.

Fernanda was about to go with him, but Sloane, still holding her drink, stopped her.

Neal stumbled out of the private room, trying to steady himself.

His phone buzzed relentlessly in his pocket. He pulled it out and hung up right away.

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The screen was filled with dozens of missed calls, all from the same number.

No sooner had he ended the call than his phone rang again.

His hands trembled from the alcohol, and in his haze, he didn’t end the call. Instead, he accidentally answered it.

The voice on the other end shouted, “I’ve been calling you over and over, and you just ignore me. How dare you p>

Neal didn’t reply. He simply set the phone down.

“When are you going to transfer the money?” The man’s voice came through. “Get it done now p>

Neal leaned against the windowsill, staring out at the chaotic scene of traffic and people passing by. He sighed, frustration creeping in. “Didn’t I already send you fifty thousand just last week p>

“Fifty thousand? That’s nothing!” the voice snapped back, harsh and uncaring.

“I want more money. If I don’t receive it by tomorrow, I’ll be coming to your school to collect p>