Ethan White realized he was right when he saw the awkward and bitter smile on Serena Jennings’s face.
He had just received his paycheck and wanted to buy something for Serena.
Coincidentally, Serena invited him to dinner, so he brought along the gift he had bought earlier.
The Hermès bag Ethan White gifted Serena was a classic model with the H-letter print, not as expensive as the limited edition Caleb Lockwood had given her.
Ethan White had guessed this himself.
"The one I give you must not be as valuable as the one Caleb Lockwood gave, right?"
Hearing the jealousy in Ethan White’s words, Serena immediately slung the bag across her shoulder.
"How about it, does it look good?"
"You’re beautiful; any bag you carry looks good."
Ethan White’s compliment made Serena blush.
As she was transferring her belongings from her old purse to the new bag, she said, "The bag Caleb Lockwood gave me, I gave it to Xiao Ai as her performance award for the month."
Opposite her, Ethan White stared with wide eyes in shock.
Quickly following, he chuckled, "Xiao Ai must be over the moon, huh?"
"She almost pinched her face swollen, hardly believing it’s real."
"I can imagine..."
Ethan White noticed Serena seemed to be quite fond of the bag he gave her. Comparing her attitude towards the bag Caleb Lockwood gifted, he felt a warm sensation in his chest.
In the corner, Caleb Lockwood almost crushed the glass tumbler in his hand.
He hadn’t expected Ethan White to also gift Serena a bag today.
From the same brand as his.
Yet the treatment of the two bags was worlds apart.
Obviously, the bag he gifted was a limited edition, far more expensive than Ethan White’s.
But Serena casually handed that bag to an employee.
While Ethan White’s gift...
Caleb Lockwood silently watched Serena happily carry the bag gifted by Ethan White, his eyes wishing they could tear it to shreds.
"...liar..."
Caleb Lockwood muttered to himself.
That lobby manager was nothing but a fraud!
Caleb Lockwood ordered two more bottles of vodka, drinking straight from the bottle. But he hadn’t drunk even half yet when he suddenly collapsed onto the floor.
"Mr. Lockwood, are you alright?"
The waiter knew Caleb Lockwood and tried to lend him a hand but was pushed away.
Caleb Lockwood forced himself to stand, his tall figure swaying unsteadily.
He wasn’t drunk.
He had a stomachache.
Recently, Caleb Lockwood’s stomach had been getting worse.
But tonight’s pain was beyond what he could normally bear.
Caleb Lockwood was sweating profusely, his face pale.
His stomach felt like it was on fire, with flames blazing from his stomach and burning through his organs.
The fire seemed to rise up his esophagus, as if what he drank was not alcohol but concentrated sulfuric acid.
"Mr. Lockwood!"
As Caleb Lockwood vomited blood, a pair of hands caught him just before he passed out.
The blood splattered on the person helping him.
The white satin dress soaked in a patch of bright red blood, and Caleb Lockwood’s eyes widened.
He couldn’t tell if the severe pain caused him hallucinations or if there was another reason.
But he saw Serena Jennings.
However, Serena’s features were not clear because Caleb Lockwood’s mind wasn’t clear.
Serena hadn’t expected to encounter Caleb Lockwood here, let alone see him drink to the point of vomiting blood alone.
At this moment, Caleb Lockwood, whom she supported, was reeking of alcohol, mixed with a strong scent of blood.
This was a symptom of gastric hemorrhage from excessive drinking; if not hospitalized quickly, Caleb Lockwood’s life could be at risk.
Serena Jennings wanted to grab her phone to call for an ambulance.
Although she could drive Caleb Lockwood to the hospital, an ambulance had some emergency equipment that could help.
"Don’t go..."
Caleb Lockwood grasped her wrist tightly, causing Serena pain.



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