Chapter 88

A party ground was a place students loved to gather. As such, that sort of place was unsuitable and also childish to a handful of successful businessmen and rich kids.

Zeke looked around bitterly at the gaudy, garish decorations on the party ground. He voiced his dissatisfaction, "Jeremy, when did you become so childlike, coming to this place where only kids like to play?"

Jeremy sat on the uncomfortable sofa of the private room and glanced back at Zeke. "If you don't want to stay here, we can go wherever you want."

Zeke shrugged. "Forget about it. We're here already."

Gerald walked over to give Jeremy a glass of whisky. He then cheered elegantly with Jeremy. As he drank the whisky, he looked at Zeke. "We're either at the pub or the club. It's too boring. This place is refreshing, I'd say, and it looks nice enough!"

"You're right!" Zeke smiled and went over to sit with them.

They cheered.

"Let today be the day we reminisce about our good old days as students!" Zeke said.

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