On the street, Quentin paced anxiously in front of the van, waiting impatiently.
As he spotted Callum's figure in the darkness, he rushed over. "What took you so long? And you've taken off your mask and hat! It's like you want everyone to recognize you!"
Glancing down, he noticed Callum's partially unbuttoned shirt. "And you're a mess too. Are you trying to break the internet?"
Callum did not humor him and retorted, "You were rushing me, so I forgot. Just give me a hand."
Fearing that every second would increase the risk of paparazzi shots, Quentin quickly helped open the van door. Then, Callum gently placed the dazed Adora in the back seat, sitting beside her and pulling her close so she could rest her head on his shoulder more comfortably.
After that, Quentin dashed back into the club to retrieve Callum's coat, mask, and hat before they drove off.
"Let's go to the Jenkins estate first," Callum instructed.
"Got it," the driver replied, making a U-turn at the next intersection.
The moving vehicle inevitably jerked its passengers. Adora, having drunk too much, felt her stomach churning. Her delicate brows furrowed as she began to retch uncontrollably.
Callum's expression changed instantly. "Quick, get the emergency kit!"
Quentin fumbled in the front, finding a medical vomit bag and handing it to Callum.
Callum expertly held the bag for Adora as she threw up. He patted her back gently, and once she finished, he grimaced as he quickly tied the bag and tossed it into the van's small trash can. When he noticed the alcohol stains on her lips, he took out a wet wipe and patiently cleaned her face.
The girl's face was flushed, her long lashes fluttering as she looked up at the young man beside her with hazy eyes and a flirtatious smile.
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The readers' comments on the novel: Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson)
The novel is too abusive it spoils the joy of reading it. I hate the punishment part between sheena and Eliot....