Too Late to Call Me Home

After I was kicked out of the house, my sister, Nicole Thompson, and I met at a nightclub five years later.

She was the VIP client who spent millions to celebrate Michael West's, her godbrother's, birthday, while I was the male host in the hype team.

We didn't talk to each other the whole time until she saw me chugging two bottles of whiskey for a 500 dollar tip.

When she saw my pallid face, she questioned coldly and unhappily, "You'd rather do this disgusting job than come home and apologize? Jack, you really are unbelievable!"

I just smiled indifferently and held out my hand to her.