Chapter 925: Chapter 925: Getting a Slap in the Face by Barging In
An hour later.
Adam Sinclair deeply regretted his impulsive behavior of dragging the person out.
Looking at the jumbled array of empty bottles on the bar, he felt like dying.
“Bring another bottle of Red Wine over!”
“Yes, sir. Just a mont.” The hotel’s waiter grinned from ear to ear, almost splitting his face with his smile.
It was his first ti encountering such a lavish patron, who ordered nothing but the most expensive wines, opening three or four bottles at a ti. He could make thousands just in commissions tonight.
As he was happily about to fetch the wine, Adam called out to him, “Wait, no more.”
“But…”
“I said no more!”
With him getting angry, the waiter didn’t dare to move an inch.
The man with blurry eyes from drinking impatiently scanned over him, pulled out a black card, and slapped it on the table, “Go open it!”
Adam’s head hurt. He really wanted to slap himself to death right now. What on earth had he done wrong in his past life that he brought him to the nearby bar to vent.
He had originally planned for everyone to drink and vent about their depressing moods. However, Baron Lawrence, upon entering, had no intention of venting at all. He just ordered drinks and drank like his life didn’t matter.
Adam didn’t even get a chance to speak, and in a blink of an eye, he had drunk three bottles of red wine.
Three bottles, not three glasses!
Moreover, as Baron Lawrence’s personal doctor, he was very aware of the man’s health condition.
Baron Lawrence’s physical explosive power was no less than anyone else’s, fiercely surpassing limits. But at the sa ti, his stomach was in very poor condition, as bad as it gets.
Three bottles of red wine were definitely beyond the limit his stomach could bear.
If he continued to drink, the consequences would be unthinkable.
And the person who would be unable to explain it would be himself.
Even now, if he took Baron back, he could already picture Olivia Lewis cursing him to death. If he let Baron drink any more, he wouldn’t even dare to face Enna Clark.
Adam Sinclair took back the black card he had slapped on the table, furrowed his brows, and persuaded, “Baron, don’t drink anymore. We should be heading back.”
“Go open another!” Baron Lawrence glanced at the waiter nearby.
That look, it brooked no refusal!
The waiter dashed off to get the wine.
As Adam watched himself failing to stop him, he anxiously ca up with a plan, pulling out a chair, “I’m going to the restroom, wait for a mont.”
Baron Lawrence didn’t even glance at him.
Adam resigned himself to being an idiot and headed for the restroom with his mobile phone in hand.
The mont he left, the won in the bar who had been eyeing them and itching to try, beca restless. One of them, a voluptuous beautiful woman holding a glass, walked over and sat in Adam’s seat, gazing seductively at the obviously drunk man and smiling teasingly. One hand supporting her chin and the other holding her glass, she leaned forward, showcasing her attractive figure, and engaged in flirtation, “Handso Guy, I’ve been watching you for a while. Feeling down? Want to drink together?”
Damn it! Where did this fly co from, buzzing annoyingly!
He opened his unfathomably dark eagle eyes, which fell upon the blurry-faced woman before him. His eyes seed to carry a chill that was frightening. His sexy thin lips touched each other, squeezing out an irritated word, “Scram!”
When he wasn’t angry, his aura was already strong enough, let alone when he was angry.
The woman was so scared that her face turned pale, and all her flirtatious thoughts vanished. Pale-faced, she awkwardly moved her behind off Adam’s chair.
“I’m sorry for bothering. Excuse .” She walked away with her tail between her legs, looking dejected.
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