William woke up in a luxurious bed with a hangover. The dazzling sunlight outside the window shone into his eyes, causing an excruciating headache.
"Hey." A charming voice sounded.
William noticed a blonde woman lying beside him in a bikini, but he couldn't recall who she was.
The room was a mess after the party, and his phone displayed a series of missed calls.
"Oh s**t! Arthur called me."
In fact, there were many unfamiliar numbers besides Arthur's, but William didn't care about others.
Just then, his phone rang again.
It was Arthur's assistant.
He didn't dare to neglect it and quickly picked up the phone.
"Mr. Bronte, you finally answered the phone. I'm at the door of your apartment now. You need to come home immediately."
He hung up the phone before William could ask why.
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