So, the boss who was about to kick people out imdiately fell silent.
Since this matter was related to Mr. Kinston, it was not sothing he could intervene in. Many of the other people present also recognized Mabel Quinn as the "forr fiancée."
For a mont, the room beca quiet, and everyone’s gaze shifted back and forth between Kyle Kinston and Mabel Quinn.
Could this be Mr. Kinston’s romantic entanglent?
Mabel Quinn blinked her eyes. Is this the restroom? Why... does it seem like there are only n here? Could she have entered the wrong restroom... and walked into the n’s restroom?
But it’s so strange... why does she seem to see Kyle among these people?
Could it be that she’s so drunk she’s hallucinating? Hallucinations? If... if it’s really a hallucination, that’s great. She... she has so much to say to Kyle, things she can’t say to the real him... she could say to the hallucination, and... she wouldn’t need to avoid or hide from him... because he’s just a hallucination!
With this thought, Mabel Quinn suddenly laughed and staggered over to Kyle Kinston.
The person sitting next to Kyle Kinston unconsciously moved over a bit, making so space.
Mabel Quinn swayed and walked up to Kyle Kinston, trying hard to see him clearly. At this mont, he seed to be frowning, and that handso face still looked so cold and distant.
"You... look so good..." she suddenly giggled foolishly, then placed her hand on his face. The skin on his face felt warm and smooth, quite pleasant to the touch as she mumbled, "So smooth..."
Mabel Quinn was quite absorbed in touching his face, but those big bosses around them were all watching with trepidation! This action could practically be described as "flirting"! Especially since they were flirting with Mr. Kinston. Worse still, they were unfortunate enough to witness it.
They regretted not having found an excuse to leave the room earlier. If, in the future, Mr. Kinston gets upset and decides to make an example out of them...
Kyle Kinston frowned. He could clearly sll the alcohol on her. He removed her hand from his cheek and asked, "How much did you drink?"
She blinked her hazy almond eyes, giggled again, and said, "... probably drank... one glass..." Then her other hand stubbornly reached for his face again.
He pulled down her other hand as well.
She twisted her wrist, unable to break free from his hold. Suddenly, her smile vanished, and she burst into tears.
"Kyle Kinston, you liar!" she cried. "You clearly said you’d be with forever, how can you say break up and just break up?! Why can you go back on your word... Aren’t you the CEO? Aren’t you... supposed to an what you say...? You... you’re just a lying cheat... sob sob..."
Her accusations, mixed with her sobbing and choking voice, echoed in the room, and her tears kept rolling down from her eyes. In no ti, her face was covered in tears.
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