"Basil Jaak, where are you? Why did Everett get so drunk?" Lydia White's voice carried a noticeable shock, Basil Jaak would gamble, if he was standing beside Lydia right now, he'd surely feel like he was being blown by a typhoon.
"I'm in the bathroom, take care of Everett for now, I'll call you later." Basil Jaak said this without hesitation and then hung up the phone; he didn't want to give Lydia a chance to demolish his ears.
Standing next to Lydia was a tall beauty, a pair of huge sunglasses on her face, her waist thin enough to fit through a flaming hoop, and she was gloating as she chuckled to Lydia: "Lydia, it seems the man you're after is not that reliable, huh? Leaving your drunk little brother here and running off."
"Get out of here! He's not my...forget it, I don't want to waste my time arguing with you, can you help me get Everett into your car?" Lydia rolled her eyes, speaking irritably.
