"Fruit wine is still alcohol."
Ethan Joan emphasized, Leo Grant entrusted him to take good care of Holly Sawyer, and he had to do his job well.
If he hadn't seen Holly Sawyer, it would have been fine, but now that he has, he certainly can't ignore it.
A girl coming to a bar alone, thinking about drinking—the bar is always a chaotic place, how could he be at ease?
If anything happens, Leo Grant might just skin him alive.
Ben Taylor stood aside, not daring to speak. He didn't know what was going on or what he should say, so he simply observed the situation calmly.
"Oh, then I'm going back."
Holly Sawyer said lightly, her voice slow and steady, accommodating Leo Grant's friend.
Hmm, the bar was too noisy, and she didn't really like it. Might as well go home early to sleep and go to the night market in the evening.
And it wouldn't be good for this to reach Leo Grant.
"Miss Sawyer..."
