“I have no interest in verifying these allegations. However, you must confront your own truth."

With that, he abruptly ended the call.

Afterward, Holden felt a twinge of unease.

He was very aware that the way he felt about Ariana was different, and that he had no emotional connection to Sadie.

In fact, he had no recollection of Sadie from his past. Nevertheless, out of respect for his family's expectations and his obligations to Adele, he couldn't just dismiss Sadie's predicament.

During a moment of introspection, Holden grappled with strange emotions, and it left him feeling kind of degraded. As the pride of his family, he had never felt such feelings.

"Mr. Fredrick." Shawn's voice broke the spell of Holden's thoughts.

Holden refocused and remarked, "You can head back now. I require some time alone."

Without further questions, Shawn left, leaving Holden with a steaming cup of coffee.

Holden lingered in his office for a while, contemplating. He eventually opted to leave alone in another car.

Meanwhile, Ariana and her friends had reveled late into the night, having more alcohol than they should have. Among the group, the only one still sober was Sarah's assistant.

The assistant had coordinated their departures and had even arranged for a car to pick up Ariana.

However, because Ariana was drunk, the assistant had concerns about her safety during the journey home. Consequently, she made the decision to personally accompany Ariana.

With the assistant's support, Ariana stumbled outside, trying to push her away while slurring, "I'm alright, you don't have to.."

But before Ariana could complete her sentence, she dropped to her knees at the side of the road, lost control, and vomited uncontrollably. The assistant hurried to help her, but Ariana vigorously shrugged her off and insisted, “I'm not drunk. I can take care of myself! I see the car!"

The assistant had yet to receive the driver's call and looked around in puzzlement for the car.

However, before she could react, Ariana had already sprinted towards a parked black car nearby.

The assistant's eyes widened. It was an exclusive luxury car, definitely not the standard taxi they had booked. Any damage to this vehicle would be catastrophic.

Desperately, the assistant chased after Ariana, yelling, “Hold on!

It's not that one! Stop!"