Jessica Taylor snorted one of disdain and then, admitting she knew her limits, picked up the wine bottle to pour herself more red wine.
Wesley Foley, however, laughed again, this ti boisterously, pushing his empty glass forward, "Co on, pour it in. To find a confidant in life is a joy, why not drink and be rry!"
n who started from scratch solely by their own efforts, although they seem to reek of the stench of copper, are actually quite lofty at heart.
He has the most disdain for the second-generation elites who thrive on their family’s power and influence, so in this sense, he and Titus Zane are quite alike.
By the end of the drinking session, nearly everyone was plastered.
Titus Zane claid to be the type who never gets drunk, but as he walked, he could barely feel his feet, which seed to be floating on clouds, an unsettling sensation.
The others were even worse off. Wesley Foley had to be hauled out by Titus Zane calling a driver; Manager Huang and Secretary Jessica had to prop each other up, their heads banging together, as they staggered out of the restaurant.
And Nathan Moore, clearly unable to walk, stubbornly staggered out of the restaurant, propping himself up against the wall.
Tilly Zimrman was already slumped over the chair, drowsy, but was pulled up by Nathan Moore and managed to leave the restaurant with the help of a wall and the staff.
They say that one who drinks and then goes out into the wind gets the worst kind of drunk. Standing in front of the restaurant, Titus Zane tilted back her face, allowing the cold wind to blow across it, which sobered her up quite a bit.
When the driver called her to get in the car, she refused, instructing him to take Wesley Foley back to his place, watching the luxurious Bugatti pull away slowly before she descended the steps.
Leaning against a black Bentley, Nathan Moore was slumped over, with a trench coat draped over one arm and his head slightly lowered, eyes half-closed, portraying a distinctly uncomfortable aura.
Tugging her long coat tighter, Titus Zane made her way down the steps to Nathan Moore’s side, "Nathan Moore, are you alright?"
"Don’t worry, I won’t die." His few words were tinged with a bone-chilling coldness. Nathan Moore still kept his eyes half-closed, but illuminated by the neon lights of the building, Titus Zane saw his handso face was pale as paper, devoid of any color.
He looked like a vampire on his last breath, who might just fade away if left unattended.
Frowning slightly, Titus Zane spoke again.
"Let’s get you to a hospital." She had never experienced it herself, but had heard that excessive drinking could cause an erratic heart rate and risk of sudden death.
Worried that such a thing might happen, she suggested taking Nathan Moore to the hospital.
Just as she reached out to grab Nathan Moore’s arm, her hand was furiously slapped away before it could even touch him.
"Get lost! Go fawn over your pretty boy!"
The strength of a drunken man is considerable, and Nathan Moore had used a good deal of force. Titus Zane, wearing high heels, took several steps back but managed not to fall because she was less drunk.
However, she too was angered.
Even the most good-natured person would get upset when their kindness is t with rebuke.
Moving forward again, she stood opposite Nathan Moore, her neck arched much like a fighting rooster prepped for battle.
"Nathan Moore! Are you too blind to see reason? Look at yourself, so drunk. If sothing were to happen to you, what would Lily do?"
Nathan Moore finally opened his eyes, still leaning on the car. His reddish eyes stared at Titus Zane while his thin lips curled up in a sneer.
"Heh, Titus Zane, you indeed are a woman who knows the bigger picture. At this mont, you’re all concerned for your sister-in-law. Should I award you a dal? Eldoria’s Best Sister or perhaps, Eldoria’s Most Considerate Aunt?"
Every word from Nathan Moore was filled with mocking scorn.
In fact, Titus Zane felt quite uncomfortable at the mont.
In the morning, she had been questioned by him for no apparent reason, and now, she was being ridiculed so rcilessly.
Nodding her head, Titus Zane lowered her eyes and laughed self-deprecatingly, "I’m sorry, it was none of my business,"
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