There were a few ways to get between Macau and Hong Kong. One could take a flight, a ferry or they could even drive across the recently opened bridge that connected the two cities.
Back in the days, Emerson would return home via his own private boat every day or just sleep at the hotel when it was too late. But, thanks to the bridge, his driver could now drive him back and forth between the two places within an hour each way.
Amelie sat inside Emerson's car and covered the drunk man with a blanket. A moment ago, the man had vomited all over the front of the casino and caused quite a stir. If it was someone else, they may have been fined for disorderly conduct, but he was the CEO of the casino, so the staff simply watched helplessly as the man got into his car and drove off, leaving behind a mess for them to clean.
"Haili, I've liked you for so long. Why won't you accept my feelings?" the drunk man mumbled as he rolled around in the car.
