Wyatt and his group of friends didn't go home but dropped by a certain club owned by an acquaintance.
They didn't go to the public area but booked a private room. With some wine and other alcohol and snacks, the five were ready for a chat that they were forced to have because of Diamond.
Some held glasses of champagne, red wine, and white wine, and the other two had whisky.
Wyatt, holding a glass of whisky, lazily swirled the glass as he looked at Mike, who had shocked him the most today and asked, "Mike, are you really certain about what you want to do?"
Mike took a sip of the wine he was holding and smiled faintly at Wyatt. "Um. I have never been serious about anything in my life and this is it."
"Can you handle the pressure?"
"I will try. Without trying, how can I say I can't," he said sighingly before downing the glass contents at once and wiping his lips before adding, "Aren't you tired guys?" his gaze darkened as his tone was lowered.
