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At the same time, Andrew was entertaining clients at a high-end club.

Today's client was a bit demanding, drinking like it was water. His stomach wasn't great, and he usually didn't overindulge in alcohol. But if he didn't drink, the other party would think he was disrespectful.

It was the first time Andrew couldn't handle himself at the drinking table.

By the time the socializing was over, it was almost dawn, and the sky was beginning to brighten.

He walked out of the club's gate, leaning against the corridor's pillars. Waves of abdominal pain radiated subtly. He lit a cigarette, quickly calming down. His handsome face displayed an unaffected calmness.

He had a habit of not displaying emotions on his face.

"Mr. Andrew, you don't look too good. Shall I take you home?" the driver respectfully said.

He nodded, just as he took a step forward, the pain in his abdomen surged again. His tall figure wobbled down the steps. If it wasn't for the quick reflexes of the driver catching him, he wo