"Watkins, this is my best friend, Rhea Cullen, and this is my classmate, Hyatt Brigham. Rhea, Hyatt, this is my friend, Watkins Cruz."

After greeting each other, the group went upstairs to a luxurious booth on the second floor.

In the private booth

Standing in front of the French window, Erica and Rhea Looked down at the men and women dancing madly on the first floor.

Behind them, Watkins ordered a couple of wine bottles for him and his friends. Hyatt was on his mobile phone, sitting silently in the corner.

Erica reminded Rhea in a Low voice, “It's my first time hanging out with these guys. Don't drink too much." If they got drunk and these men turned out to be assholes, the girls would be defenseless.

“Got it!"

Watkins thoughtfully ordered two glasses of cocktail with low alcohol content for the two ladies, and the men had liquor, beer and wine.

Watkins casually told his friends that Erica was Matthew's wife. The guys were shocked at first, but then they were quite respectful towards the girls. No one wished to mess with the Hilton family.

They didn't dare play any of the drinking games which they usually played with beautiful girls. All they could do was shoot some craps and play some blackjack.

They had to drink liquor or beer when they lost; the girls could just drink their cocktail. The atmosphere was pleasant.

They were all about the same age and were quite open to each other.

Soon, they became good friends and friended each other on WeChat.

After a while, Erica dropped her dices and said to Watkins, "Watkins, you guys carry on. We have to go. We have classes tomorrow morning."

Watkins didn't force them to stay. He stood up and put his hands into his pockets.

“Okay, I'll drive you home."

“No, no, no. You stay. We can take a taxi home!" Erica put on her backpack and she, along with Rhea and Hyatt, began to walk toward the door.

Watkins turned around and waved at his friends.

"I'll be back soon."

He walked out of the booth with the three of them.

When they reached the side of the road, Watkins stopped Erica. After hesitating for a second, he said, “Erica, we all know what happened between you and Tessie. She doesn't deserve to be your friend. You don't need to be sad for losing a friend like her. Okay?"

Knowing that he was comforting her, Erica nodded with a smile.

"Don't worry about me. I've already moved on. Thank you, Watkins.”

“Good to know. Let's go now. I'll drive you." Watkins’ driver was waiting at the roadside.

Erica tried to refuse, but Watkins insisted on driving them home. It was late, so she got into his car with Rhea.