Suits: A Lawyer Surviving TV Chaos

Since he planned to drink in the evening, Martin didn't drive his own Porsche but borrowed a luxurious Lincoln that another partner, Harvey Specter, had rented long-term.

Of course, the $700 rental fee for the car and driver for the night would be paid by Martin himself.

After enjoying a decent French dinner, Louis Litt invited the two of them to a famous bar for the next leg of the evening.

Steve didn't care either way. Martin initially thought about joining in, but at that moment, he received a text message.

Martin frowned as he read it over and over again, taking a while to react. He then looked up at Louis and said, "Sorry, Steve and I have a new engagement."

Louis wasn't in a rush. After chatting casually for a bit, he got into his car and left.

Martin pushed Steve into the Lincoln. "Come on, let me show you a nostalgic 90s-themed party with horses!"

"90s? Horses?"

Steve looked bewildered. "What on earth is this?"

Martin got into the car, smiling. "I don't know either, that's why we're going to check it out."

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An hour later, the Lincoln stopped outside the Williamsburg restaurant in Brooklyn.

Steve Huffman got out of the car, looking at the hundreds of hippies dressed in bizarre outfits at the entrance of the restaurant and a live racehorse, and couldn't help but curse.

"Martin, where the hell have you brought me?"

Martin, who had just gotten out of the car, also saw this scene and slightly furrowed his brows. "At least half a month ago, this was still a normal restaurant entrance. As for now, I have no idea!"

On the other side, Carolyn had already noticed a luxury car stopping at the entrance. She was worried it might be someone she knew from before she went bankrupt, but then she saw Martin, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, and a man she didn't recognize getting out.

"Martin! What are you doing here?"

Martin turned toward the voice and saw Carolyn holding the reins of a purebred champion horse named Chestnut Treasure, looking at him in surprise.

"Carolyn, that's my line."

Martin smiled, went forward to hug Carolyn, and pointed to Steve beside him. "This is my friend, Steve Huffman."

"Steve, this is my sweetheart Carolyn. Don't even think about making a move on her!"

Carolyn rolled her eyes. "Martin, remember you don't have the right to say that last part until you ask me out!"

Steve greeted Carolyn with a smile.

"What's going on here?"

Martin looked around and patted the cheek of the racehorse. "They even brought out Chestnut Treasure?"

Carolyn was comfortable enough not to hide anything from Martin. "As you can see, it's an absolutely fantastic party! And I'm the genius behind it."

She then curiously asked, "How did you know there was an event here tonight?"

"A client invited me!"

Martin took out his phone and showed Carolyn a text message titled "Dancing with the 90s and Horses."

The sender of the text was Li Han.

"Okay, I hope he didn't send this message to the NYPD."

Carolyn shook her head in exasperation, then gave a signal to those around her. "So, do you want to join?"

Martin and Steve exchanged a glance and laughed, each pulling out a hundred-dollar bill and handing it to Carolyn.

Friends were friends, but money was money!

Martin didn't expect Carolyn to waive his entry fee because of their relationship.

Instead Carolyn pulled out a stack of twenty-dollar bills from her pocket, tied them with a rubber band, and handed them to Martin. "That's another thousand dollars. Can you take it inside and lock it in Li Han's safe?"

"To avoid some guy suddenly appearing in a minute and shoving something that might be a gun or who knows what into my mouth."

"No problem, I'll write you a check later."

Martin weighed it in his hand and casually tossed it to the luxury car driver. "Carol, tonight's car fare!"

"And don't tell Harvey "

The driver, called Carol tucked the money into his inner coat pocket and nodded with a smile.

This guy was a professional bodyguard with a legal concealed carry permit in New York State. Driving was just his part-time job when he didn't have escort duties.

Just then, Max Black came out of the restaurant, saw the situation, and shouted, "Martin, you actually came back alive from Versailles?"

Versailles was the name of a street in downtown Los Angeles and the holy land for filming adult movies in America!

You could see thousands of action stars dressed in revealing outfits there, with cup sizes starting at E, and lips more exaggerated than Angelina Jolie's.

Martin gave Max a hug. "Max, your beauty saved me from the land of pleasure."

He then introduced Steve to her.

Wait, why was Steve looking at Max with sparkling eyes?

After some colorful small talk, Martin finally learned how this bizarre party came about.

"Carolyn wants to help me pay off my student loans, Li Han wants to lose his 'first time' tonight, and we even have a horse!"

"Is there anything cooler than riding a horse at a party?"

Martin peeked over and saw Li Han passionately kissing a woman taller than him by a head. He nodded. "Looks like he has a chance tonight!"

He then curiously looked at Max. "I might be a bit rude to ask but Max, you actually went to college?"

Student loans were only available to college students!

Max crossed her arms and made a hip-hop gesture. "Yo! Aren't I awesome!"

"Whatever, judging by tonight's situation, you should be able to pay off the loan."

Martin didn't care how Max, who hadn't graduated from high school, managed to get into college. After all, a high school diploma wasn't the only admission criterion for American universities.

For instance, homeschooled students who had never attended school could get in as long as they passed university interviews and aptitude tests.

And this wasn't rare—Harvard admitted seven to ten percent of its freshmen as so-called "homeschooled students" every year.

Next, Max took over from Carolyn to lead the horse and continue charging. Steve volunteered to spend more time with the horse. Martin didn't say much and let him be.

After letting Carolyn go about her business, Martin wandered around the restaurant with a beer in hand, refusing advances from seven or eight punk or grunge girls who wanted to chat him up.

The reason was simple—these girls were too...

Never mind, let's be polite.

These girls weren't his type.

Martin found this party a bit boring.

It just had an extra horse, and if you wanted to ride it for a spin, you had to pay Carolyn an additional $25.

He didn't understand why these hippies were so interested, lining up to take pictures with Chestnut Treasure to post on Facebook.

The conflicted Earl behind the cash register was more interesting!

"Earl, this is supposed to be your favorite kind of party. Why don't you look happy?"

The old hip-hop era man with headphones immediately became indignant!

"Do you know? This scene reminds me of the bars I used to frequent in the 90s, full of cool guys like me who were sexy and high."

"But now, there's just these bunch of pussies who only drink beers."

Martin looked at the beer in his hand. His expression turned a bit strange.

(End of Chapter)