Then, there came a fit of wild laughter.

"Hahaha..." Joshua was the first to burst into guffaws.

Gifford also grinned.

After a while, Gifford seriously Looked at the man holding a bottle of wine in his arms and asked, "So who do you like better—Dollie or this other girl?"

“What do you mean?" Sheffield leaned against the sofa with his eyes closed.

“Don't you have a woman you like now? Why are you still with Dollie?"

Gifford was confused.

"She's still of use to me. Sidell thinks that I get close to him because I have a crush on his daughter. This way, he won't suspect me,"

Sheffield replied casually.

Raising his eyebrows, Joshua said, "You know that Dollie has a thing for you. You don't Like her? Why are you playing with her feelings?"

"So what?" Sheffield sneered indifferently with his eyes still shut; there were no emotions on his stone-cold face.

Joshua and Gifford looked at each other; they kind of understood what was going on.

Knowing Sheffield, they were sure that he wouldn't really play with a woman's feelings. They figured that Dollie must have done something

The doctor opened his eyes, poured himself another glass of wine, and asked nonchalantly, “Did you two come here just to talk about Dollie?"

“Of course not. We heard that you got hurt. And we took time off to come and see you," Gifford said. Since he was under his father's supervision, Gifford was busier than anyone else.

Joshua snatched the glass away from Sheffield's hand.

“Stop drinking, dude. If you get drunk and become sick, I will have to take you to the hospital. I don't have time for that shit."

Sheffield wiped his face and glared at him.

"I was abandoned by a woman. Do you understand my situation?"

"I understand. Sheffield has become the plaything of a woman. It actually feels great!" Joshua teased. As the scalpel came straight at him, Joshua moved aside swiftly. It flew by him and was embedded in the wall, tearing the wallpaper where it hit.

“Compensate for the wallpaper and get out!" Sheffield snarled at his two friends.

“Your scalpel, your wallpaper. I'm not paying for anything, you drunk idiot. Plus, I am running short on money." Joshua stood up straightened his clothes and said calmly, "How about you lend me five million? I'LL warm your bed this winter to pay off the debt."

Sheffield squinted at him.

"Are you kidding me, Joshua? You are short on money? That's not very believable."

“It's all my mother's fault. She insisted on me going on a blind date.