She raised a hand, wiping a trickle of liquor from the corner of her mouth with the back of it. Her cheeks were already impossibly red.
She reached out again and grabbed the third bottle of whiskey.
Sean Conrad couldn't take it anymore.
He shot forward and grabbed Annelise Valentine's arm. "Annelise, you can't drink anymore! This is straight imported whiskey. If you keep going, something bad is going to happen."
His grip was strong. Annelise Valentine struggled but couldn't break free. Her drunken eyes glared at him. "Let go!"
"I won't!" Sean Conrad was past caring. He turned and roared at the man on the sofa, "Jett Westgate! If you're going to help, then help! If not, then don't! But forcing a girl like this? It's not going to look good if word gets out, is it?!"
The reckless bravado in his words plunged the room's atmosphere to a freezing point. Very few people dared to challenge Jett Westgate to his face like that.
