Chapter 258
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The condition of the bar, which was increasingly crowded and filled with screams from several sad visitors, made Andrew quite depressed. His body was tired, he wanted to sleep immediately.

"Damn, how can I go home if Alberto has already joined the old men there. I want to sleep, should I just drag him away from this bar?” Andrew muttered.

In the middle of his question, a middle-aged man appeared who had been watching him. A middle-aged man who was sitting not far from Andrew's position.

"Are you waiting for Alberto?" asked the middle-aged man.

"Yes. How do you know?" Andrew asked back with a confused face.

"I'm his old friend, I happened to be sitting near you all this time and saw how sadness still enveloped the old man. If you want to go home, please. Alberto, you don't need to wait, I'll be the one to take him later. Coincidentally, I was with my friend, our houses were in the same direction. I won't let him drive if he's drunk. He will stay at my house."

Andrew did a quick check a
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