When Fate Plays Its Hand (Miranda and Hansel) novel Chapter 233

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that’s not enough, I’ve got more–about an hour ago, we were sitting and chatting at a café near her ace. Every word I said is true. Feel free to verify it,” Sam boasted. 

Calvin glanced at Hansel next to him, whose face had turned sour. Was it too late to turn off the speaker 

now? 

But Sam just kept adding fuel to the fire. “Did you hear that clearly? Need me to repeat it? Maybe someone wants to record it and take it home for further study.” 

Calvin was speechless, feeling helpless. That was really unnecessary! 

“Uh… Sam, I know you’re busy. I’ve got something going on over here, so I’ll hang up now, alright?” 

With that, Calvin quickly hung up. 

Sam then chuckled and sped off as he pressed the accelerator. 

“Hans.” Calvin spoke cautiously. “Don’t listen to him; he’s probably making it un 

With a blank expression, Hansel turned and walked back to the booth. Calvin hurried after him, thinking, This is bad, real bad…” 

Meanwhile, Zach, who was sitting on the couch, looked utterly confused. He kept giving Calvin questioning looks as if asking. “What’s going on? How did a smoke break turn his face so sour?” 

Calvin shot back a look that said, “Ugh, don’t ask, it’s exhausting.” 

Hansel then called the waiter over, “Bring two bottles of whiskey. We’re not leaving until it’s finished. tonight.” 

By two in the morning, the bottles were empty, and everyone was passed out drunk. Hansel leaned against the bar with his eyes closed. He muttered something softly, almost in a dream. 

“Mimi…” 

Calvin leaned in, catching a bit of it. Meanwhile, Zach lit a cigarette and held it between his fingers, not needing to listen to guess, “Is he calling for Miranda again?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Serves him right! He made such a scene during the breakup and didn’t even leave Miranda a shred of dignity. Now the guy’s a wreck. It’s seriously pathetic.” 

“Hey!” Calvin coughed lightly, “Maybe keep it down. So, what now? Do we take him home?” 

“We’ve both been drinking. Who’s driving? Let’s just take him to a hotel, get a room, and let him sleep it off. He can go home in the morning.” 

“Yeah, that works,” Calvin nodded. 

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It was morning at the hotel, and Hansel was half–asleep. He was barely conscious when his phone rang repeatedly, aggravating his pounding headache. 

“This better be urgent!” he snapped, picking up without checking who was calling. 

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“Mr. Johnson, it’s Martha. Ms. York says her stomach hurts, and I don’t know what to do. Could you back and check on her?” 

Hansel frowned. “If she’s not feeling well, she should go to the hospital. I’m not a doctor; what am I supposed to do? Cure her or something?”