Nash watched the recording carefully.

"The first to appear is Tomaz... Looks like I'll have to do some digging..."

""Hey, handsome!"

A voice jerked Nash out of his deep thoughts.

Nash turned around and saw that it was a drunk-looking woman with a full face of makeup calling out to him as she held onto a light pole for balance.

Nash merely glanced at her and did not pay her any more attention.

"Hey, handsome!" The woman raised her voice and stumbled over to stand shakily before Nash.

"The one in your mouth... What brand is it from?" she asked curiously.

The woman seemed to be around 17 or 18 years old, and Nash decided not to get involved when he saw the inebriated state she was in. He stuffed his phone back into his pocket and turned to walk back into the hotel.

"Hey! Are you deaf?!" The woman reached out to grab Nash and ended up falling to the ground when Nash flung himself away from her.

"Are you alright?" Nash asked, rooted to the spot. However, he soon felt embarrassed and turned to help the woman on her feet.

She grinned at him. Then, her cheeks suddenly puffed up.

The next moment, she threw up all over Nash.

Nash had a disgusted look on his face as he got to his feet.

Then, he dug through his pockets as he looked around.

"Tissue... Where can I..."

Suddenly, the woman pulled a piece of tissue out of her pocket.

"Here... Here you go... Bleurgh-"noveldrama

Nash took the tissue and hesitated momentarily before tearing it in half. He wiped his clothes half-heartedly before handing the other half to the woman. "Oh... I... I don't need that."

She began throwing up again as she spoke, and she only took the tissue after she stopped throwing up.

After wiping her mouth, she got to her feet and smiled in a manner that was both awkward and polite.

"Thank... Thank you... mute sir."

"I'm not mute..." Nash complained.

"Is that so... That... wonderful..." Once she finished her sentence, she leaned against the wall and began shuffling away slowly.

However, she suddenly turned and made her way over to Nash again.

"Erm... The thing you were smoking... Give me one as well..."

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"You don't look like you're of age yet," Nash voiced out his concerns. She had a childish vibe about her, but the heavy makeup she had. her face, coupled with her drunkenness, disgusted Nash slightly.

"I... I'm of age... I turn 18 today..."

"Where are your parents... I'll take you home," Nash's sense of responsibility suddenly kicked in. The woman seemed like she would pass out at any moment, and what would happen if a criminal made a move on her because he had ignored her and allowed her to lay drunkenly by the road?

"Parents? That's a word I'm not

familiar with... Let me think... Obt

remember now... I don't have parents... nor do I... have that thing

call... a family."