Chapter 380 This Is a Robbery


    Chapter 380 This Is a Robbery


    There was an awkward silence in the corridor because everyone was thinking about something in their


    minds.


    Reba broke the silence after a while, "Actually I''m good at drinking.


    "But you''re a sloppy drunk," Abbot said.


    Afraid that Abbot would mention what happened the night when she was drunk, Reba changed the


    topic, "Well, are you going home? I need to dine with my customer, so goodbye. I will treat you to


    dinner if there''s a chance."


    Then she gave Faye a wink, made a gesture of giving a call, and turned back into the room.


    With the sound of mming the door, the atmosphere in the corridor became rxed.


    "Abbot, you''ve scared Ms. ck," Colin said.


    "No, I didn''t," Abbot retorted.


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    Colin didn''t blow his cover and said, "I''m going back home with Faye. What about you?"


    Abbot nced sideways at Colin and said grumpily, "We don''t go the same way."


    Colin chuckled, "OK, be careful on the way back."


    Hearing his meaningful words, Abbot turned to meet Colin''s eyes. "I''ll go to the parking lot with you and


    wait for my assistant to pick me up," he said less confidently.


    Colin said with a wicked smile. "This is not a safe world. Men must look after themselves when they go


    out at night."


    Hearing that, Abbot recalled those pictures of what happened that night and his face turned red.


    "Colin," Faye warned.


    Colin took the hint and smiled, "It''s gettingte. Honey, let''s go home."


    The three of them came out of Marriott. Faye drove the car and left with Colin. Abbot got into his car,


    took out his cellphone, and found his assistant''s phone number. But after a long time, he still didn''t dial.


    An hourter, while Abbot was still hesitating, he saw a familiar figure at the gate of Marriott.


    Reba had gotten a big order tonight. Having drunk a lot, she was staggering on the steps.


    Reba''s customer was a man in his early forties, looking like an elite in his business suit with


    carefully gelled hair.


    Leaning back in the seat, Abbot watched Reba talk with the customer in the car.


    On the steps, Reba smiled at the suited man, "Mr. Zachary, you can rest assured that ourpany


    will never disappoint you."


    "Ms. ck, you''re really a good drinker. You beat me," the suited man said.


    "Mr. Zachary, you''ve impressed me. You carry your liquor like a gentleman."


    The manughed. "I''m a man. How can a man make deals without the capacity for alcohol?"


    After a small talk, the man looked at his watch and said, "Ms. ck, I have to go home. You know I''m a


    hen-pecked husband. If I don''t arrive home before 11:30 at night, then I''ll share my dog''s bed."


    Reba knew what he meant and extended her hand. "Then I hope we''ll enjoy our cooperation."


    The man shook hands with her. "I hope so."


    After watching her customer get in his car and drive away, Reba couldn''t hold anymore. She


    staggered down the steps, squatted down in a corner, and began to vomit.


    After that, she muttered to herself, "Business dinners are very tiring. I''d rather have a hole in my


    stomach than have a loophole on the contract."


    At the moment, a hand shed out with a bottle of water in it.


    With a stomach upset, Reba didn''t have the time to look who was here. She took the bottle of water,


    gargled with it, and stood up. "Thank you, I..."


    She stopped in the middle of a word as she saw who was in the front.


    "Mr. Carter," she said with a half-smile.


    Abbot looked down at her and scolded, "Why did you have to make yourself drunk like this?"


    Reba squeezed the bottle and replied, "It''s not easy to make money."


    "You can''t drive like this," Abbot said.


    "Don''t drink and drive. I''m calling for driving service."


    "Where''s your assistant?" Abbot frowned, looking at her.


    Reba felt that her stomach was burning. She gulped down two mouthfuls of water and replied, "My


    assistant is a young girl. I don''t want to bother her at thiste hour. It''s not safe for a young girl to go


    out in midnight."


    "I didn''t expect you''re so kind," Reba said.


    Reba sighed and added, "Besides, I need to pay her for overtime work. It''s triple pay."


    Abbot was speechless.


    Under his steady gaze, Reba said at first, "Mr. Carter, thank you for your water. Then I''ll take my


    leave."


    "Let me drive you home." Abbot looked down at her.


    "Didn''t you drink tonight?" Reba asked.


    "I''ve called my assistant," Abbot said.


    "My assistant doesn''t ask for overtime pay," he added.


    Reba was not sure whether his words were true or not. Besides, after what happened that night,


    she didn''t dare to stay with Abbot anymore. "No, thank you for your kindness, but I don''t want to bother


    you," Reba said quickly and turned to leave.


    Watching her stagger drunkenly, Abbot said loudly, "After ten o''clock, the driving service charges


    more."


    Hearing that, Reba stopped in her tracks and said through clenched teeth, "It''s okay. I''ve got a big


    order. I can pay for it."


    Abbot kept silent with his hands in his pockets.


    A few minutester, the parking lot resounded with Reba''s piercing roar. "What?! 800 dors?"


    "Miss, this is a normal price," the driver said on the phone.


    Reba angrily said, "This is a robbery! Who are you? Are you a hot guy with eight abs?"


    "Miss, you''re being ridiculous," the man said.


    "What? Did you say I''m being ridiculous? I''m..." Reba shouted.


    Before she could finish her words, the man hung up the phone.


    Reba stared at the phone with livid disbelief.


    She thought, "This is not my first time calling for driving service. 800 dors is obviously a robbery! Was


    he trying to fool me when I''m drunk?"


    Nearby, Abbot texted a message to a man called Matthew. "Thank you."


    Matthew texted back, "Tell Ethan and Colin, that if they pay bills in my restaurant again, then don''t


    Abbot texted, "Even brothers keep careful ounts."


    Matthew texted, "Don''t say that crap to me. By the way, who''s the girl just now?"


    Abbot texted, "Screw you."


    Matthew texted, "Fine. I''ll ask Colin about it. He must know that."


    Abbot was in a fractious mood. "You don''t know her. Things between me and her are not what you


    think. Watch what you say in front of Colin."


    But Matthew didn''t reply to him.


    After a few seconds, Abbot''s cellphone vibrated. Abbot read the message. "Well, it turns out it''s Ms.


    ck."