Old Times:

Soon, all the guests left.

Chandler turned to the old man to thank him. "Thank you so much Richard. Without your help, I don't think I would have handled this myself."

"Don't thank me yet Chandler. Do the needful," Richard replied and walked away with the young man with a briefcase.

Chandler couldn't help but want to cough out blood when he remembered the embarrassment he had suffered.

"Find Melvin and his useless son and bring them to me!"

5am.

At the bar.

"Dad, let's go home. You have drank enough," Victor said, covering his nose at the unbearable smell coming out from his father.

"No, leave… me. I… want… to drink some… more!" Melvin yelled drunkily, pushing Victor's hands away.

"No father, you have drank enough already. Grandpa is already mad at us, let's not make it worse by sitting here," Victor said in a persuasive tone.

Melvin looked at him. His eyes were giving him a woobly vision, he was seeing Victor in two's. "Who… who are you to… to tell… tell me what… what… to… do?! I'm
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