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With no other choice, the crowd could only support her to rest in the VIP lounge.
"I'm not drunk yet, let's keep drinking!" As soon as she was in the lounge, once she lay down on the sofa, Minnie Sutton started clamoring.
"Minnie, you better rest, don't drink anymore..." Emma Benson pushed her back down onto the sofa, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed.
Minnie squinted at her, then, with a laugh, seized her hand, "Emma, I'm fine, see, I still recognize you, don't I?..."
She waved her hand, continuing to shout, "...I'm not drunk, someone get my purse, I need to make a call, I must make a call!..."
"Miss Sutton..." a young lady of a prominent family hurriedly brought over her purse, and took out a cell phone to hand to her, "Miss Sutton, here's your phone."
Minnie took it, and with wobbly arms started to dial a number.
Seeing this, Emma Benson immediately gestured for everyone to go out, saying she would stay to look after her.
