Yvette grumbled and cursed for a long time, cursing Sean all the way to his ancestors without stopping.

Nicole’s phone rang several times before she heard it.

She picked it up while slightly tipsy.

“Hello?”

“Are you drinking?”

Clayton instantly heard that something was wrong. There was something off with Nicole’s tone.

She must be drinking.

Nicole hummed.

Clayton’s gentle voice was low and hoarse.

“Where are you drinking? Are you with Ms. Quimbey?”

Nicole said, “Yeah, we’re at home. At my place!”

Clayton sighed in relief. His tone became gentler.

“Don’t drink too much. Shall I bring some food back for you?”

Just as Nicole was about to speak, Yvette snatched her phone away.

“I’m about to break up and can’t stand to see other people being lovey-dovey. Don’t call other men!”

Then, Yvette hung up the phone.

Nicole drank, and her brain short-circuited. Her reaction was slow, and the screen turned black before she could react.

Forget it.

Since the call ended, she would just