Chapter 329

Ethan Roscente gripped his phone, finger hovering over the call button but never pressing it.

"What are you waiting for?" His voice was slurred with alcohol.

"Ethan, what should I say?"

"Tell her I'm drunk and need a ride home."

Felix Valdemar dialed the number, anxiously watching the screen. Would Dr. Vivian Laurent answer?

Vivian had just finished her date with Dominic Atlante and was reviewing work documents from Isabella Langley. When her phone buzzed with Ethan's name, she rejected the call without hesitation.

"Ethan, she hung up..." Felix said cautiously.

Ethan's eyes darkened instantly. He downed another glass of whiskey and slammed it onto the table.

"Call again."

When the second call came, Vivian frowned. She swiped to answer. "Hello?"

"Dr. Laurent! It's Felix!" He exhaled in relief. "Ethan's wasted. Could you—"

"I'm busy." She cut him off.

"It won't take long! He has no one to take him home—"

"Aren't you there?" she countered.

Felix blurted out, "I'm drunk too! I sent you the address. Please!" He hung up before she could refuse and immediately shared his location.

Ethan stared at the closed VIP room door. As minutes ticked by, his expression grew colder.

At 2 AM, Felix tentatively asked, "Should I drive you?"

"Wait longer."

Another hour passed. Ethan suddenly stood, his jacket knocking over empty bottles.

"Let's go."

"You're giving up?"

"She's not coming." His voice was rough. He staggered toward the exit, forcing Felix to steady him.

Meanwhile, Vivian finally shut her laptop. She checked the time—3 AM.

The phone call replayed in her mind. Ethan must've gotten home by now. With his status, there were endless people lining up to chauffeur him. Why wait for her?