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Chapter 430 The Last Day (Part )
The fierce battle did not last long.

Less than fifteen minutes after Barbara answered the fatal question, the four girls fell drunk and unconscious almost at the same time.

South Korean representative Cho Yoo-jin, who prides herself on her ability to drink, was even the first to fall.

However, it is not difficult to understand. If you pour 33 to 40% alcohol into your throat like drinking water, and take a large amount of it in a short period of time, you may not feel anything at first, but once the force comes, it will be unstoppable like a tidal wave.

If you drink this way, you'd be lucky if you didn't get acute alcohol poisoning.

Therefore, even the belated room service was obtained by Han Yi himself by sneaking out of the bedroom.

"Good evening, Mr. Han. I'm very sorry. Due to the shortage of staff..."

"It's okay." Han Yi waved his hand and lowered his voice, "I have to thank you for coming late."

"Mr. Han..." The Asian waiter, whose name was "Vincent" on his name tag, was stunned. He thought the guest was mocking them sarcastically. "I sincerely apologize for being late again. The whole night was very busy. Many guests from the music festival ordered room service when they returned..."

"No, don't get me wrong, I really appreciate you not bringing these here earlier." Han Yi glanced at the two glasses of Bloody Mary on the food cart and a dinner plate with a stainless steel dome cover, and handed over a twenty-dollar bill, "Please just leave the food cart at the door, yes, no need to bring it in... No problem, sign for me."

After scribbling his name twice on the bill, Han Yi smiled and watched Vincent leave after bowing and thanking him. Then he sighed deeply, picked up two glasses of Bloody Mary, turned around and... poured them into the toilet in the bathroom.

Things have gotten to this point, so even a small amount of wine to liven things up must not be seen by them when they wake up.

Otherwise there will be another bloody storm.

Han Yi thought this as he carried the fruit plate into the room and carefully placed it on the counter of the mini bar, trying not to make any noise. Then, he tiptoed to collect the girls' glasses from the coffee table, rinsed and wiped them clean, and took out a one-liter bottle of Fiji water from the mini bar, filled each glass, and then put them back in place one by one.

This ensures that if they wake up thirsty in the middle of the night, each girl will have mineral water to drink.

Moreover, room temperature water, which is no longer freezing cold after being left to stand, is more suitable for drunk people.

After looking around the room, Han Yi felt that it was not enough. Back in the bedroom, he called the room service again and ordered four glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice, four bowls of Brazilian blueberry bowls, a smoked salmon platter... and four quilts and four pillows.

This time, Vincent delivered it very quickly. Within half an hour, he pushed the food cart again and arrived at the door of the suite with two other colleagues who were responsible for delivering bedding.

Maybe it was because the tip worked, or maybe it was because there were no other customers placing orders at three in the morning. Whatever the reason, Han Yi no longer had time to think about these trivial issues. He just wanted to put these foods that could relieve his hangover on the table, and leave a... no, four sticky notes with "Breakfast is on the table" on the edge of the coffee table in front of everyone, and then go back to sleep quickly.

He had to get up very early today to deal with all the matters of the last day of the Mad City Music Festival.

This year's music festival, which is the largest in Las Vegas and even ranks among the top three in the entire West Coast, is about to come to an end. The celebrities and politicians gathered in the gambling city, as well as various people who have deep roots in the local area, will be his focus today.

In order to leave a good impression on partners and local giants, ensure that Mad City can be performed as scheduled in Las Vegas every year, and further promote the smooth implementation of other acquisition projects he is planning in the gambling city, Han Yi must always be in the best condition.

But staying in top shape became an impossible task during this sleepless night.

In this game of truth or dare, Han Yi is the best listener who has never shown up and dared not show up.

He listened very carefully to all the questions that were asked, and to the answers that followed.

Truths are like nails, they drive into your mind and serve as painful reminders.

For the four girls, they could use alcohol to relieve the stress, but the only sober man in the suite, who was sitting alone on the bed in the bedroom, playing with his mobile phone and remembering every word in his heart, could only endure it all without anesthesia.

Four encounters, four relationships, four types of problems, and four doors that are both completely open and yet still closed to some extent.

Four different types of hell.

No one can sleep well in this situation.

Han Yi could no longer remember how he closed his eyes, or when he fell asleep. He only knew that when he opened his eyes the next time, the screen of his phone was still on, and the time on the upper left was 6:12. It had not been two hours since he finished washing up and lay down on the bed, but his brain, which should have been exhausted, was already fully awake.

Sleep disturbance is indeed a common symptom of anxiety.

Han Yi turned over and sat up, rubbed his face hard, casually put on a T-shirt and trousers, and tiptoed to open the door.

No matter how reluctant he was, he had to walk out of this bedroom and face the last day of Mad City Music Festival.

If they are not awake, then everything will be fine. We will just have to find a way to sneak out first.

If they wake up...

Let's just pray that yesterday's margaritas, rum and vodka were strong enough to make them black out.

With this in mind, Han Yi pried open the door, peeked in, and carefully observed the situation in the living room of the suite in the early morning.

Zhao Youzhen and Madison slept at the two ends of the sofa. The former wrapped herself tightly, as if she had not turned over since Han Yi covered her with the quilt. She slept in a very good posture. The latter kicked most of the quilt onto the carpet, and the pillow under her head disappeared. Her two wine glass legs were placed on the back of the sofa, revealing a spring scene that only Han Yi could see.

Xu Yiru, who was lying on another sofa, was not sleeping as peacefully as Youzhen, but not as crookedly as Maddie either. Her arms were covered on the outside of the quilt, her brows were furrowed, she was muttering to herself, and her neck twitched from time to time. I wonder what kind of unsettling scene she was dreaming about.

As for Barbara, who was supposed to be on the other side of the sofa, she was nowhere to be seen at this moment.

Han Yi rubbed his throbbing temples and walked to Maddie. He did not move her body, but picked up the bedding that had fallen on the carpet and was caught between the coffee table and the sofa, dusted it off, and covered her again.

After confirming that Maddie was not awakened by his series of actions, Han Yi took Barbara's still-untouched goblet filled with water from the coffee table and walked towards the bathroom on the left side of the entrance to the suite.

From the milky white solid wood door that was not completely closed, there were bursts of weak retching and gasping.

"I've been throwing up like this in the same place for two days in a row."

Han Yi walked to the toilet, put Barbara's hair behind her head with one hand, and patted her back with the other hand.

"Before you challenge yourself next time, you might as well... ugh..."

Before he could even finish his joke, Han Yi covered his chest, trying hard to suppress the urge to vomit.

It's still the same problem. He can't stand seeing others vomit in front of him. If others vomit, he will vomit even more violently.

"If you can't stand it, don't come in." Barbara spat out a mouthful of saliva, took two or three deep breaths to even out her breath, and then glanced back coquettishly but weakly, "And don't make jokes, I will vomit for two days straight, and it's all because of you."

"I won't say anything." Han Yi filled a cup of tap water for Barbara with a mouthwash cup and handed it to her mouth, "Rinse your mouth first."

"I... gurgle gurgle..." Barbara gargled and spoke incoherently, "I've been drunk for two days in a row. I really can't stand it. My whole body hurts. My head hurts, my stomach hurts, and my throat hurts."

"Drink some water and relax." Putting the glass for rinsing mouth in front of the sink, Han Yi handed her a highball glass filled with Fiji water and pressed the flush button on the toilet. "I ordered orange juice and acai bowls on the dining table. Eat some with salmon and avocado later. You will feel much better."

"I saw the note you left." It would have been better if she hadn't said it. When Barbara said this, she rolled her eyes. "Everyone left a note. What a thoughtful man."

"I've done a lot of wrong things." This time, Han Yi didn't touch his nose and laugh, nor did he try to excuse himself with a joke. Instead, after a few seconds of silence, he answered sincerely, "This is the least I can do for everyone to make up for the harm I have caused."

"You didn't do anything wrong... No, maybe you did a little wrong... Never mind, you did all the wrong things." Barbara drank half of the glass of mineral water, breathed a sigh of relief, shook her head and smiled bitterly, "Why am I explaining this to you? I'm still mad at you myself."

"You have every reason to be angry with me." Han Yi squatted down and looked at her seriously. "I wanted to come out last night...or should I say tonight, I wanted to intervene and prevent things from getting worse. But I don't know where to start, and I'm afraid that once I show up, it will only hurt you more." "You don't know who to protect, right?" Closing the toilet lid, Barbara rested her elbows on her cheeks and raised her eyes tiredly.

"Yes."

"I don't blame you. Everyone in a similar situation would be equally confused and scared. Imagine if I was being fucked by Harry Styles, Channing Tatum, and... wait a minute. I don't blame you. I really blame you. I blame you to death."

Barbara frowned and tried to look angry, but her expression failed in an instant and she laughed softly along with Han Yi.

"I'm fucked, for real." The laughter died down, and Barbara sighed helplessly and murmured in a low voice, "I'm so fucked."

"Remove the spell from me, you wizard."

"Why do you say 'no'?"

Han Yi did not continue to follow Barbara's joke, but impatiently asked the question that concerned him most.

"What 'no'?"

"When Grace asked you if we had slept together," Han Yi's eyes were burning, "why did you say 'no'?"

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"You really want me to explain my mental journey."

"If you don't mind... I really want to know." Han Yi's voice was both calm and earnest.

"Okay, okay, you're really clingy, you know that."

Barbara brushed the hair by her ears, thought for a moment, extracted useful information from her muddled mind, and organized the most refined language.

"I know that if I tell the truth, she will withdraw. Yuzhen... will probably do the same. Then I will have no competitors. But..."

"If I did that, I'd be helping you make the decision."

"In that case, I would become that unlovable bad woman."

"You'll blame me."

"Maybe... maybe not." Han Yi took a deep breath and smiled at Barbara, "You know what kind of person I am. Maybe letting others make the decision for me is the best choice."

“I feel like you don’t even know who you are.”

Barbara looked at Han Yi with a strange and complicated expression. After a long while, she said the second half of the sentence.

"And no matter what, I'm not going to make decisions for you. There are some buttons you have to push yourself."

"But Maddie knew about our relationship." Han Yi asked, "When you denied it, weren't you worried that she would expose you?"

"Madison is smarter than you think, much smarter, and I hope you can remember that." Barbara pursed her lips, "If she chooses to expose me, she will never have any chance again... in every sense of the word."

Barbara cast an inquiring look at Han Yi, but the latter did not respond and just looked at the floor in silence.

"What kind of trouble have I gotten myself into?"

Barbara sneered through her nose, not knowing who she was targeting, and then she stretched her body so much that her joints crackled.

"I'm flying back to New York tomorrow," Barbara informed the other party.

"Okay." Han Yi nodded to show that he received it.

"I'm going to be very, very busy until the Christmas holidays start, so you're unlikely to see me before then."

"clear."

“I’m going back to Hungary for Christmas and spending a wonderful few weeks with my family.”

“Family comes first.”

"Before I leave Hungary and return to my work, I want you to come to Budapest."

"I'm here to..."

"Oh, please, you can't meet my family."

"That was not what I meant."

"I want you to come to the place where I feel most comfortable and completely mine, even if it's just for a few dozen hours."

"I can……"

"This isn't a request, this is a demand. I'm playing this hard and stupid game, and I have to get something in return to convince myself to keep playing."

"I see."

"Before that, we won't be able to see each other for at least a month. However, I know your birthday is in two weeks, and I have prepared some gifts for you, one of which is under this coat."

Having said that, Barbara raised her fingertips and unbuttoned her windbreaker one by one.

Han Yi's mind was lost in Victoria's Secret.

"But I'm really not in shape right now. I'm really too tired to do anything, so...well, wait a minute, wait a minute, history can't repeat itself again."

Barbara took out a box of Ice Breakers mints from her windbreaker pocket, put two of them in her mouth, then hooked her arms around Han Yi's neck and kissed him passionately and unreservedly.

"Happy birthday."

"Fuck!"

"Who put a table here? Ouch, ouch, ouch, it hurts--"

"Now……"

Hearing the screams from the living room, Barbara smiled.

"Go help your big star."

"She hit her head on the coffee table.

(End of this chapter)