Gulp, gulp.
Britt Ford tipped her head back and downed a bottle of beer in one go.
As her neck tilted back,
following the motion of her throat,
those two mounds of flesh swayed along.
Darien Griffin couldn't help but swallow.
"Alright, Deputy Secretary Ford, you're truly bold. You drink one, I'll drink two."
Without hesitation,
Darien raised two bottles and emptied them in the blink of an eye.
After Darien finished drinking,
he saw the sorrowful expression on Britt's face.
Curious,
he asked, "Deputy Secretary Ford, you seem a bit down."
Britt said nothing,
raised her hand for another bottle,
wiped her mouth,
and asked, "Director Griffin, do you dare to keep up?"
"Dare? Of course, I'm up for it! How could I not? However much you drink, I'll drink double."
With that,
he downed two more bottles.
Just like that,
Britt finished another bottle,
and Darien drank two more.
After just a few minutes,
six bottles of beer had gone down.
As Britt went for another drink, Darien panicked, grabbed her hand, and said, "Deputy Secretary Ford, we can't just drink like this. What's going on? Talk to ."
Britt's cheeks flushed,
gaze unfocused,
already showing signs of intoxication.
She looked at Darien and said, "Director Griffin, tell , why is my life so hard? I'm a woman, struggling in this officialdom, with no one to rely on, just like duckweed. It's really tough..."
Her tone was mournful.
Her voice trembled,
and at the corner of her eye, two tears squeezed out.
"What happened? Why are you saying such discouraging things?"
Darien asked.
Britt sighed and said, "I've been in Helios County for so many years, and I don't have many friends. You're the only one I can get along with, Director Griffin. I'm not afraid of you laughing at ; Garrison Sumrs, that animal, left . I thought I found a strong tree to lean on, but it turns out he was no good either... Boo hoo hoo..."
With that,
Britt began to sob.
Darien was taken aback.
As if he realized sothing.
He asked, "Are you talking about that bastard Dirk Carter?"
Britt stopped crying and asked, "Director Griffin, how did you know?"
Darien wanted to reply, but the words got stuck in his throat. He said, "I've also heard so rumors, saying you and Dirk Carter…"
"He's a beast. He took advantage of when I was helping him to his room, insulted . I thought since I gave him my body, he would treat better, but then… I found out he was involved with lody Holloway too… Boo hoo hoo, Director Griffin, my life is really miserable..."
To be honest, this performance was impressive.
Full of emotion and vivid.
As she spoke,
her head leaned on Darien's shoulder, her body trembled, her chest moved, looking pitiably fragile.
Darien, of course, knew about Dirk Carter's affairs.
He also learned that Dirk intended to transfer lody Holloway away.
From this, it was clear that
this man was not faithful.
His eyes fixated on the deep cleavage of Britt Ford's bosom.
Inside, he was delighted.
It seed,
today he might have the chance to win over Britt Ford.
He couldn't help but encircle Britt's exposed shoulder with his arm,
patting it gently.
He said, "Deputy Secretary Ford, don't be sad. A beautiful, alluring woman like you is cherished by many n... Cheer up, there's a long future ahead..."
"Director Griffin, you're so kind. Here, let toast to you."
Britt straightened up,
raising a bottle as she spoke.
And so,
they conversed about this and that,
occasionally giving Darien a sweet taste.
Making the already enamored Darien all the more smitten.
They drank more and more,
partly due to Britt's coaxing,
and partly,
because Darien had his own plans.
He wanted to get Britt drunk,
so that tonight, he could hold her in his arms...
During this exchange of drinks and conversation,
in the bar on the left, amidst the blaring music, people on stage, scantily clad n and won, were twisting their bodies wildly,
as if wanting to fling hormones onto everyone.
In the dance floor,
it was a scene of chaos.
The bodies of n and won tangled together, swaying to the music's rhythm.
In the booth area,
it wasn't yet filled to capacity.
At booth number 88, there was already a woman seated on the arc-shaped sofa.
Seen from afar, she had a striking presence.
The woman seed about thirty years old,
wearing a small camisole,
her prominent chest straining the thin fabric, as if it would burst at any mont.
Her slim, graspable waist had no excess flesh.
At her navel,
a diamond was embedded, adding a touch of individuality.
She wore denim hot pants,
hugging her round hips.
Her long legs were crossed,
and on one thigh, there seed to be a tattoo, though it wasn't clear.
Her slender, fair hands held a glass of red wine, sipping as she constantly checked her watch.
This woman was one of the most famous figures in Helios County—Louisa Wagner.
Wherever she appeared,
people respectfully called her "Sister Louisa."
The reason she was at Endless Nights Bar was because of an invitation from Penny Sullivan.
Penny had arranged to et her here today, but nearly ten minutes had passed, with no sign of Penny.
Louisa frowned slightly,
taking out her phone from her bag, intending to call.
At that mont,
a waiter carrying a tray,
served a bottle of red wine in front of her.
"I didn't order this bottle, did I?"
Louisa asked.
The waiter pointed at the bottle and said, "The owner at booth 99 asked to bring this to Sister Louisa."
It should be noted that the bottle the waiter carried was a Romanée-Conti,
priced over a hundred thousand at Endless Nights,
rarely ordered in night venues.
This intrigued Louisa.
She turned to look, and saw an elegant man raising his glass, making a gesture of toasting to her.
Louisa was taken aback.
Because as she glanced back, she noticed that the man in the booth behind was quite handso.
Who was this man?
Of course, it was Dirk Carter.
But not the usual disheveled Dirk.
For tonight's "date," he not only visited a professional salon to get his hair styled, but also bought a fitting suit, making him seem even more elegant and handso.
Louisa's gaze was instantly drawn in.
She asked the waiter, "Is he from out of town?"
The waiter nodded and said, "Never seen him before, his accent is from elsewhere, seems very generous, probably a big-shot businessman."
Hearing he was an outsider,
Louisa was much more at ease.
She told the waiter, "Go ask him if he's interested in joining for a drink."
"Sure, Sister Louisa, I'll go right now!"
The waiter nodded and said.
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