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The knot in her stomach began to twist in pain again. She rubbed her belly, walked into the living room, and because she felt unwell, she lost her appetite for dinner and went upstairs.

By the time it was almost nine o'clock, and Adam Jones still hadn't returned, Elly Campbell became a bit worried. She called Adam, but his phone was switched off.

Elly frowned, then phoned Adam's office, but no one answered, which deepened the lines on her brow.

The Noble Clubhouse—

By the time Adam Jones arrived, Harry Hall had already drunk quite a bit, and upon seeing him push the door open, he only lethargically lifted his eyelids.

"I couldn't get through to your phone, thought you weren't coming," Harry said, his voice somewhat hoarse from the alcohol.

"Battery's dead," Adam replied indifferently, walked over, sat down in front of Harry, poured himself a drink, and gulped it down irritably.