Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband

Chapter 227: 227: Drunken Wine, A Different Emily Walker (1)

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Thinking about this, Clayton Howard quickly followed her with a flustered expression.

No, I need to vomit! Where’s the restroom… Where’s the restroom…

Emily Walker covered her mouth tightly, feeling the severe churning in her stomach. She couldn’t hold it in any longer!

Restroom…

“Ugh

As Emily stumbled around, frantically searching for the restroom, she collided with an ‘unknown object’ and ‘accidentally’ vomited all over them…

“Ugh

Seeing the scene in front of him, Clayton Howard, who had caught up, felt an unprecedented sense of confusion for the first time in his life…

After the vomiting, Emily felt much better immediately. The churning in her stomach had been so intense, but now that she had vomited it out, she no longer felt that uncomfortable.

Her eyebrows, however, were slightly furrowed. After vomiting, her mouth tasted terrible. At this time, she really wanted some mouthwash.

“Nasty Woman Davis, you dare to vomit on me…” The ‘unknown object’, incensed that his black leather jacket was covered in vomit, violently shoved Emily away!

“Thud—

Emily hadn’t yet fully recovered from the shock when she felt her body fly out, and when she realized it, she had been viciously slammed to the ground.

Maybe it was the alcohol’s fault, but when Emily fell to the ground, she didn’t feel any pain, only that she might have hit her forehead on something.

“Lady Carter!” Clayton Howard never expected the man to act violently towards Emily. He rushed to the corner of the wall, helped Emily up from the ground, and asked, “Lady Carter, are you okay?”

He had just helped her up when he saw a gash on her forehead. Although not severe, it was oozing with blood.

The alcohol caused a splitting headache, leaving Emily, still intoxicated, utterly confused about the situation. Her eyebrows were tightly knitted, and she seemed to be in pain.

“Nasty Woman Davis, do you know how expensive my jacket is?!” The man that shoved Emily was still furious, storming up to her and Clayton Howard, yelling with terrifying rage.

Just looking at the man’s attire, it was evident that he was a nouveau riche.

A standard buzz cut with a yellow streak dyed in the middle, a greasy black neck, and a thick gold chain hanging on it. He looked like an absolute nouveau riche!

Emily was still drunk, unable to comprehend what the man was saying. She relied on Clayton Howard’s support to slowly stand up from the ground. Then, with a stupid grin on her face, she staggered towards the baldheaded man, “Hehe… you, you’re not Baron Stuart…”

Seeing her intoxicated state and injured forehead, Clayton Howard was extremely anxious, “Lady Carter, Young Lord is in the private room.”

Seeing her walk straight towards the bald man with faltering steps, he hurriedly grabbed her!

Unable to move freely, Emily turned her head unhappily and stared at Clayton Howard with dissatisfaction, drunkenly saying, “What are you doing… I need to find Baron Stuart!”

“Yes, yes, we’ll find the Young Lord, I’ll take you there right away…” Clayton Howard realized that after getting drunk, Lady Carter had completely transformed into a different person, a far cry from her usual image.

“Hey!” The baldheaded man, seeing the two conversing without paying attention to him, became even more furious!

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