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Mackenzie, in her drunken stupor, placed a hand against her ears, realizing that she had left her earrings back in Chase’s VIP room. She had taken them off first before sliding out of her dress. “How could I let this happen?” She muttered grumpily to herself, oblivious to the fact that Chase was watching her closely as they got closer to Maverick’s car. Charlotte and Felicity perked up immediately they spotted them, and they hurried forward. “Is she okay?” Felicity asked, worriedly. “I found her on time, thankfully.” Uncle Maverick answered, shooting a cold look in Chase’s direction. “She’s just soaking drunk.” “She had too much tequila. I should have stopped her.” Felicity frowned. Chase was distracted from the conversation when Charlotte planted herself in front of him, with her