NovelEnglishChapter 619 So, they ended up at Champs Le Bar.
Meanwhile, Kristy was dining with sinvestors there.
Stepping out for air, she spotted Domenic, ushered into a VIP room.
What brought him to this place? He was known as someone who lived off Lindsey's support.
The respect he was getting seemed odd.
Kristy couldn't help but sense that there was something unusual happening.
After a moment of thought, an intriguing idea suddenly cto Kristy.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDomenic sat in a private room, downing one drink after another.
Hendrix was with him, but even he struggled to pour the drinks quickly enough.
"Boss, perhaps you should ease up on the drinks,” Hendrix urged with genuine worry.
Domenic shot him a glance, poured another glass to the brim, and handed it to Hendrix. "You join me, too.
" Hendrix resigned and accepted the glass, clinking it with Domenic before downing it in one gulp.
The strong scent of alcohol caused Hendrix to cough uncontrollably.
The liquor was very strong! After just a few rounds, Hendrix began to feel dizzy, and Domenic also displayed signs of being intoxicated.
Domenic, with a lifted glass, wore a casual yet languid smile on his lips.
Yet, within that smile, a mysterious touch of sadness lingered.
"Hendrix, tellsomething.
Am I really in love with her or not?" The query nearly prompted Hendrix to expel his drink in astonishment.
He gazed at his boss in disbelief.
He understood that when Domenic was referring to Lindsey.
Nonetheless, Domenic didn't strike Hendrix as the type to be distressed by matters of love. Considering Domenic's nature, it was more fitting to say that it was about his desires rather than love.
If he desired something, he would unquestionably attain it, regardless of whether love was a factor.
Even though Hendrix could see that Domenic had developed feelings for Lindsey, Hendrix still believed that Domenic wasn't the kind of person to easily fall in love with someone.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThere were whispers that Domenic had been admitted to a psychiatric hospital in the past for reportedly stabbing his uncle.
He had received a diagnosis of semotional disorder, exhibiting am indifferent and ruthless demeanor towards others, instilling fear in those around him.
The idea that someone Like Domenic would discuss love was astonishing ve and left Hendrix at a loss for words. "Boss, only you can answer that question.
As for me, I cannot say for sure," Hendrix replied evasively.
Domenic let out a light scoff, raising his glass.
In the grip of alcohol's influence, he seemed to converse more with himself than with Hendrix.
"They claim I brought about my parents' demise and that anyone by my side will face a a tragic fate. I abandoned her in the fire.
As a selfish person like myself, what right do I have to profess love for her?" Hendrix, though perplexed, gleaned the source of Domenic's despondency.
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