“Jeez. You're nice. If you can't talk nicely, then drink."

“No problem! I'll drink you under the table." Kasie picked up the glass of beer and clinked glasses with him. Both of them drained their glasses quickly.

Debbie cleared her throat and looked at Jared, his face reddened from the beer.

"I hear you. You need a good job to give that one everything she wants."

“Of course. I have to be on my toes to beat out my brother. I'm the one who should be running the company, not Damon."

“As long as you're happy." Debbie was glad to hear that he had some ambition.

“Hey Tomboy- no, since you're Leading such a happy Life now, we should stop calling you Tomboy. Dear Mrs. Hilton, can I be your son's godmother?" Kasie asked, locking her hands around Debbie's neck.

Debbie burst into Laughter.

"Of course not. So far, you haven't even given my son a red envelope yet. I can't let my son have such a cheap godmother."

Kasie grabbed her bag quickly and handed it to Debbie.

"Here you are.

It's yours. Anything you want, I'll do it for him." Debbie was still stunned when Kasie added, “Or her."

Thinking of the baby in Debbie's belly, everyone felt warm and happy.

“Ha ha, your money will be mine from now on." Debbie took Kasie's bag and hugged it tightly to her.

“Then I'll just mooch meals off you.”

They both Laughed.

Kristina gulped down a glass of beer, watching her friends having fun.

She had been Laughing with them, but now she looked at them, as if there were something she wanted to share.

Kasie was the first to notice her expression.

“Something wrong,

Kristina?"

The other two were drawn into it by her question.

“What is it?" Debbie queried.

Kristina poured herself another glass of beer and told them in a low voice, "Dixon and I... we broke up."

Everyone was stunned. Dixon had just left. Kasie asked, “Why? Did he do something? Tell us. If he did, I'll fly to the U.S. when I'm better, and kick his ass."