Late at night, inside a private room at a club, Chester and Simon kept plying themselves with liquor. A pile of empty bottles already lined the table.Their friends, who had once schemed and planned alongside them, sat in a circle around them. However, what had once been a rowdy, lively atmosphere had fallen into dead silence."Chester, stop drinking!" Keith Miller snatched the glass from Chester and reached for Simon's next. "Things have already turned out this way. Booze won't fix anything.""Exactly," someone else chimed in. "Why exactly are you drinking, anyway? Is it for your inheritance, Winona, or Noelle? Tell us, and we'll help you analyze the situation."Chester and Simon finally stirred from their drunken state at the mention of Noelle's name."Elle…" Chester picked up his glass again. He swirled the liquor, tipped his head back, and took a swig.Before Winona's return, his heart had belonged to her. He'd convinced himself that anything with Noelle was just an act—no re
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