It felt like something was pressing against my stomach, making me feel a bit nauseous.
Qiao Yongyong was afraid she'd vomit after walking a few steps, so she held it in: "No need. I'll be fine after a visit to the restroom."
The man seemed a bit disappointed but could only say, "Didn't you hear Miss Qiao? Take Miss Qiao to the restroom!"
A subordinate quickly escorted Qiao Yongyong away from her seat.
Mike wasn't assured: "Miss, should I go with you?"
Qiao Yongyong waved her hand: "No need, wait for me here, I'll be right out." She said, following the subordinate down towards the yacht's restroom.
Closing the door, she squatted down, trying to vomit into the toilet, yet nothing came out. Washing her face with cold water, she barely felt a bit better.
She rested her head on the toilet lid for a while, felt slightly better, opened the door, but found that the subordinate waiting for her was nowhere to be seen.
