Just then someone called her. Rose picked up her phone and saw that it was Nora.
"Nora, what's up?" Rose asked.
"Sorry, I'm not Ms. Cooper, I'm a waitress in the club. Ms. Cooper is drunk. Could you please come and
take her away?" The man saw that the last call on the phone was to Rose, so he tried to call her.
"Okay, I'll be right there. Could you please look after her for a moment? I'll be there soon. Thank you."
Rose then asked for the address.
She got up quickly and went upstairs. Bright followed her when he saw her being so anxious. "What's
wrong?"
"Nora's drunk and I'm going to take her back." Rose trotted upstairs. "I have to go the club, and you
take care of Doris."
Rose went into the bedroom, changed a shirt and a windbreaker, and then went downstairs.
Bright leaned against the banister, staring at her. "Doesn't she have a husband? Why is she always
looking for you? Doesn't she know it will disturb us?"
"Don't be so mean. Are you jealous of Nora?" Rose held his handsome face in her hands.
Bright took her hand. "It's late now. I can't rest assured if you drive out alone at night."
"I'll be careful. Besides, she's my best friend. I can't leave her alone," Rose insisted.
"I'll call her husband." Bright took out his phone and looked for Alan's phone number.
Rose stopped him, "She's drunk and it's not good if Alan knows it. Couldn't you be so stingy?"
"I am that stingy. Don't you know it?" Bright was visibly displeased.
Rose stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek. "Okay, I'll make it up to you when I get back. Be a
good boy."
"Your friend is much more important to you than me." Bright sighed and watched Rose leave.
Rose drove to Brightstar Club, but she was not allow to enter.
"Miss, only VIP members are allowed in. Please show your membership card," said the guard at the
door politely.
"VIP card?" Rose rarely went to these places, so she didn't have a membership card. "Wait a minute,
I'll ask my husband if he has one."
Nora, on the other hand, was a member of many famous clubs or flagship stores. Wherever she went,
she would take Rose with her. So Rose didn't need to have a membership card.
Rose called Bright, "Honey, do you have a membership card of Brightstar Club? I can't get in without
the card."
"Neither did I," Bright said, "Why don't you come back? Brightstar Club will take good care of the
guests. You don't have to worry."
"Don't lie to me." Rose didn't believe that Bright didn't have a membership card. "If you don't figure out
a way to let me in, I'm going to stand in the wind for a whole night to watch over Nora."
Bright was speechless and rubbed his eyebrows. "I really don't have the card. The club owner said he
would give me one last time, but I didn't take it."
He didn't look down at the club, but thought the procedure troublesome.
"Ask for it now, or you call them to let me in. If you can't handle the thing well, I won't let you go." Rose
threatened.
"All right. Calm down." Bright was defeated by Rose. He had to get even with Nora when the matter
was settled down.
"Hurry up." Rose then hung up and waited for Bright to contact the club owner.
One minute after she hung up the phone, the security guard got a call from the club manager.
"Yes, yes, yes." The security guard said on the phone and looked at Rose with a panicked face.
After the security guard hung up the phone, he hurried forward and said to Rose respectfully, "Mrs.
Lee, I'm sorry for not recognizing you. Please come in."
The guard bent over and made a gesture of invitation, looking embarrassed.
How did they know that this woman was Mrs. Lee who they dared not mess with? And Mrs. Lee didn't
even have a membership card!
"It doesn't matter if you let me in." Rose didn't put on air nor did she take it to heart.
"Thank you, Mrs. Lee." The security guard was relieved, too.
Rose hurried inside and found the compartment the waiter had just mentioned.
She pushed the door open and saw Nora lying alone on a blue, diamond-encrusted velvet sofa, her
long hair spreading out and her white face looked like a bright red rose.
Looking at the beer bottles scattering on the table, Rose helplessly shook her head and went to Nora.
"How much have you drunk?"
"No... Not much, just a dozen or twenty or so bottles." Nora hadn't gotten drunk yet. She was still
conscious.
Nora was a better drinker than Rose was, but the number of beers was much more than Nora could
handle.
Rose walked over and sat down, "Why do you drink so much? Don't you know it will hurt you?"
"I am happy." Nora pulled herself up slowly and leaned against the back of the sofa. "Since you are
here, let's drink together."
Nora was about to lean over to take the unfinished drink from the table, but she fell off the sofa.
Rose tried to catch her, but she fell to the ground with Nora.
It hurt... Rose frowned.
Rose was worried about Nora instead of herself, "Are you all right? Did you hit anything?"
"No." Nora shook her head.
Rose supported her back onto the sofa. "Can you walk? I'll take you home first."
"I want to drink." Nora had a bottle of beer in her hand and was about to raise it to her mouth.
Rose snatched the beer out of her hand. "I'm angry if you drink again."
"Don't be angry. I won't drink it," Nora listened to Rose, afraid that she would be angry.
"Let me help you out." Rose tried to lift Nora up. She put Nora's arm on her shoulder while she held
Nora on the waist.
Rose carefully opened the door and led her out of the box. "Take it carefully, otherwise we'll all fall
over."
After that, Nora's feet went limp, and she lost balance.
Just as she was about to fall, a man brushed past to help take Nora from Rose and supported her.
So Rose did not fall down.
Rose, now wet with sweat, let out a deep breath.
"Thank you." Rose steadied herself and lifted her eyes to the person who was helping her.
When she saw his handsome face, she was shocked.
What a coincidence that he was at the club as well.
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