"That's really not satisfying, he didn't even drink."
"Don't worry, our Mr. Jones never neglects important guests. Later, I will definitely make sure Mr. Robinson gets Mr. Jones drunk, and if Mr. Jones gets drunk, I will just send him to Miss Quentin..."
"That's more like it."
While the two chatted, Howard Geoffrey sipped the red liquid in his glass, and under the dim light of the private room, his deep, unfathomable eyes still glowed like piercing spikes even when slightly drunk.
11 PM.
In the car, Roye glanced at the rearview mirror where Howard Geoffrey was resting his head against the seat due to the effects of alcohol, and asked, "President, should we head straight back to the hotel?"
"Hmm."
Roye then started the engine.
The car soon arrived at the hotel where Howard Geoffrey was staying. Roye immediately got out to open the car door for Howard Geoffrey, and Secretary Cecily, who was in the front passenger seat, also quickly got out to assist him.
