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Chapter 84
Warwick's POV As I pushed open the private room door and saw the bottles on the table, I couldn't help but chuckle, "Come on. Getting drunk to drown your sorrows? That's not something I'd expect from you!" Marsh always seemed indifferent and detached, not easily stirred by emotions. I had known him for so many years, and I had never actually seen him drown his sorrows in alcohol. As soon as I walked in tonight, I saw two bottles of red wine on the table and Marsh was holding a glass. I didn't need to think twice to know that Marsh had encountered something. As a friend who had grown up together with him for over twenty years, I was definitely not the type to gloat over his troubles. Well, okay, I kind of was. I made an effort to suppress my smile and sat down beside Marsh. "Tell me,
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