Bringing the Nation's Husband Home II

XXXVII | everything i wanted

Sophia booked a combo room with a card room and an additional small booth.

A row of people who excitedly hugged the microphone, screaming, then ran over to play cards. Isabelle, who wasn't at all interested, sat on her own and watched the TV.

Sophia's luck must've been good. Every now and then, her excited screams could be heard.

James sat opposite Sophia. Perhaps it was because he hadn't played in such a long while, he wasn't in the right condition tonight; he lost every round. In the end, he let someone else spectating behind him take his place.

James brought a bottle of beer to his mouth, lifted his head, and drank half the bottle. Then he saw Isabelle, who was sitting on her own on the sofa and hugging a pillow, immersed in the television. He strode over and sat next to her.

Isabelle was watching an old movie which starred Helen as the leading female. At the time, Helen was still quite young, and though her acting skills weren't as refined as they were now, there were hints of those beloved skills that everyone supported her for.

James stared at the screen with raised brows, and felt his mood thwarted.

Of all people, Helen's calm voice was coincidentally heard from the television. "Let's break up..."

Suddenly, James tightly grasped his beer bottle, bending its top until it exploded and splashed all over his hands. Completely unaware, he stared at the television screen with riveting emotions, then raised the remains and downed them. He casually put what was left of the bottle on the coffee table, got up, and then walked out of the room.

When James came out of the restroom, the door to room 1005 opened, and Helen, who wore a skin-tight mini-dress, stepped out. The two of them exchanged looks for no more than one second, before they looked away as though they hadn't seen each other at all. The two of them looked straight ahead of them, brushing past the other with arrogance and calmness.

James heard the "Ta ta ta" of heels behind him fade away. His footsteps suddenly stopped, and he stood on the spot for a while. He pulled out his phone, made a call, and waited a while. The door of room 1005 behind him opened. A man in an ashy silver suit popped out, "Young master, over here."

James followed the guy in the ashy silver suit into room 1005 with no emotions on his face.

The private room was filled with debauchery and corruption. There sat quite a few men and women. Two women were in a maid outfits and were sitting around a middle-aged man with a large stomach, who was singing. That middle-aged man was clearly off-tune, but he sang into the microphone with an expression as though he was deeply engrossed in the song.

"You are my little apple, I can't love you enough..."

Ever since James was little, he mingled in business circles. Mrs. Williams started to take him to various types of events from a young age, for him to better get to know more people. Though when he grew up it all became a little fake, James knew how to conduct himself.

He wouldn't say that he knew the hundred percent of the rich people, but at least ninety for sure. There was a total of five men in this private room, and he knew all of them. Two of the five were self-proclaimed actors. After being unconscious for eight months, James didn't recognize them.

On seeing him enter, the man who was singing stopped and put down his microphone to greet the manager of the Royal Palace.

Even though James hadn't been here for several months, the manager didn't dare to neglect him in the slightest, politely lining up all the pretty girls in the shop in front for him to choose.