Chapter 136 Amelia is Happy, William is Furious
People in the private room had already started dancing again, but William was still standing there.
His eyes were bloodshot, staring fixedly at the closed door of the private room.
The cleaner who'd been tipped had just finished sweeping up the broken pieces and was now mopping the floor.
"Lift your feet," the cleaner said.
"I booked the room right next door," Harold said, watching William's anger. "I don't think they're coming out anytime soon. Let's go wait next door."
Only then did William look away and follow Harold into the adjacent private room.
After they left, the cleaner hummed a tune while mopping the floor clean, patted the tip in her pocket, and left happily.
In Amelia's private room, Mia was still cursing up a storm.
She pulled out her phone and brought up the gossip about William and Isabella having a candlelit dinner together.
Mia pointed at it and said, "I really don't get it. William is so disgusting. Is he planning to come back to Amelia after Isabella dies?"
The others around her made gagging faces, standing up for Amelia.
Amelia felt warm inside.
Even though she'd been hurt by love, she still had many good friends.
That was enough.
"Forget about them. We're here to celebrate tonight. Let's be happy and not let them ruin our mood," Amelia said, raising her glass.
The handsome guys started livening up the atmosphere, and the whole room became very lively.
But while some were happy, others were troubled.
Amelia's room was lively, but in William's room, William was drinking glass after glass.
He wasn't just drinking—he was chugging.
Harold shook his head helplessly.
"William, take it easy," Harold said, taking the alcohol away.
When William saw the alcohol by his hand was gone, he frowned and tried to reach for it, but Harold had moved it away.
Harold felt a headache coming on.
But he could understand. If Thora were next door dancing and drinking with a bunch of men, he'd be pretty angry too.
Unable to reach the alcohol, William could only lean back on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling lit up in various colors by the overhead lights.
Harold shook his head, pulled up the gossip on his phone, and showed it to William.
"If you ask me, you can't really blame Amelia," Harold said. "You went to a candlelit dinner with Isabella. She got angry, so of course she came here to drink."
"Don't overthink it. Jeffrey and Dash are both there, nothing will happen."
Harold tried to console him, but William seemed not to hear.
He felt dizzy and couldn't think straight.
He didn't know if it was from lack of sleep or too much alcohol.
He didn't care whether Amelia was angry with him because of Isabella.
He had only one thought in his head.
To see her come out from next door.
But next door was still partying. Mia's ear-splitting singing and Amelia's laughter could be heard faintly.
It made him very uncomfortable.
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From the moment someone spotted Amelia at Moonlight Bar, reporters had received tips.
They'd been staking out for a long time and finally caught the epic confrontation outside the upstairs private room.
They just didn't dare get close, so they didn't hear what was being said, only managed to photograph the argument from a distance.
None of them wanted to miss this perfect piece of gossip.
So in no time, the internet erupted in heated discussion, with trending topics directly pushing down all those hashtags about boycotting Lika—
#Amelia and William each doing their own thing#
#William accompanies Isabella to dinner, Amelia drinks at Moonlight Bar#
...
This got the internet buzzing.
"Is Amelia showing her true colors? I thought she could hold it in before, but now she's starting to play around too!"
"I actually think this is pretty good. I love watching drama haha!"
"Fight, hurry up and fight!"
"I feel like none of them are good people, but I still support Isabella more. At least Isabella is doing positive things, speaking up for sick people."
...
Isabella was furious when she saw these messages. She smashed the cup in her hand.
She should have gone to Moonlight Bar with William earlier. Amelia must have seen Harold and was waiting there!
Damn Amelia!
She thought Amelia had given up, but she was waiting for this!
Isabella's eyes were full of hatred.
She wanted to call someone but held back.
Instead, she switched to another phone and called a different contact.
Soon, the other party answered.
"What is it?" the person said.
"How did that thing I asked you to look into go? Did that person survive?" Isabella deliberately changed her voice to sound hoarse.
"You mean the person who got hit in the suburbs?" There was the sound of mouse clicks on the other end, as if searching for something.
"Yes," Isabella said hoarsely.
"Let me check..." The person clicked a few more times, then answered, "The person didn't die, was resuscitated, but is basically a vegetable now. There's a possibility of waking up, but the chances are very low."
"Got it," Isabella said in a low voice, then hung up.
She turned off the phone again before breathing a slight sigh of relief.
...
Meanwhile, at the Jenkins Villa.
York was scratching a kitten under its chin while looking at reports.
Over there, Otis was playing an online game and kept losing, making him very irritable.
"Lost again, what an idiot teammate!" Otis threw his phone aside, then picked up another phone and lay on the sofa playing with it.
But after just a short while, he suddenly choked.
"...York!"
Otis ran to York's side with his phone.
"York, look!"
Otis put the phone in front of York, showing him the gossip.
He said, "Amelia is so awesome! Hahaha, I bet William is about to die of anger!"
But then thinking of something, Otis immediately covered his mouth.
"Sorry, York, I forgot you just failed at proposing this morning."
York just glanced at the gossip, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and smiled indifferently.
"York, aren't you angry?" Otis peeked at York.
York had already returned to looking at the reports. "She just got divorced, she should celebrate."
"Okay," Otis responded, not bothering York with the reports anymore, and went back to playing on his phone.
But in his heart, he admired Amelia more and more. Beautiful, capable, and able to captivate York completely—she was really amazing!
York was already used to Otis's personality.
But when Otis went to the fridge to find something to eat, he looked down at the kitten beside him.
The kitten stretched luxuriously and flexed its paws.
York smiled and patted the kitten's head.
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Meanwhile, at Moonlight Bar.
It was time for Amelia and her group to wrap up.