Oh! Money

At midnight, the luxurious private room's door was pushed open, and the revelry inside continued unabated.

When Steven entered, several business executives who had gotten in through Ethan’s connections immediately flocked to him to greet him.

Ethan, somewhat intoxicated, said to those beside him, "See, I told you about Smith's Group CEO Steven. He wouldn't ignore me, right?"

Steven glanced at the 36 missed calls on his phone that had practically forced him to come here.

He had thought there was some emergency and reluctantly drove over, only to find it was just Ethan causing trouble.

Steven, trying to contain his temper, resisted the urge to throw this troublemaker out.

He nudged Ethan’s legs, sprawled in the way, with his toe. "You're not dead yet. I'll call someone to pick you up."

"Steven, we've been playing together since we were kids. I’m the least successful among us. My father thinks I'm a screw-up and has stopped all my credit cards."

Hearing this, Steven's eyes narrowed, and