Chapter 960 Caught Getting Drunk
In essence, they had a lot in common.
They drank one glass after another, with whisky nearly halfway gone. The alcohol had made Evelyn's head dizzy,
while Grace had a better tolerance and remained relatively sober and rational.
The two drank and chatted happily, and no one noticed the phone on the table. When Evelyn went to the bathroom,
her phone lit up again. Grace glanced at it and saw that it was a call from Huston.
She didn't think much of it and picked it up. "Huston, your wife is with me. Don't worry..."
Huston, who had already received eight missed calls and was on the verge of losing his temper, couldn't hold it
back after hearing these drunken words. He glanced at the clock on the wall—it was a quarter past ten in the
evening. Great.
Huston stood up, grabbed his coat, and walked out the door, his tone as dark as a cold breeze blowing from a
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtmorgue. "Where are you?" ...
Twenty minutes later, a conspicuous Maybach gracefully slid to a stop at the hotel entrance, executing an elegant
drift. The tires brushed against the ground, conjuring a breeze imbued with a sense of luxury.
Many passersby couldn't help but pause and observe as the scene unfolded. The driver's door swung open as soon
as the car stopped, revealing a slender figure stepping out into view.
The darkness of the night obscured their view, preventing them from clearly seeing the person's face. However,
even just catching a glimpse of his back was enough to make them stop and marvel.
"So handsome!"
"Oh my god, isn't that the handsome and wealthy president from the s?"
"I really want to see his face..."
The low whispers behind didn't catch the man's attention. He walked into the bar with a gloomy expression, and the
manager immediately approached him to inquire if he had a reservation. However, he was instantly intimidated by
the man's piercing gaze.
"Sir, we have a membership system..."
Huston continued walking, a heavy aura of hostility evident between his brows. Even from a distance of ten meters,
one could feel his displeasure.
The manager followed Huston obsequiously. He wanted to stop him but did not dare to do so. He could only watch
him break into the private room.
Huston's gaze fell upon the slender figure hunched over the table. All the worry and anxiety he had carried with him
throughout his journey transformed into anger at the sight of Evelyn. He quickly approached her, and it was Grace
who noticed him first.
"Oh, you're here..." Grace was drunk, and she mumbled, "Are you here to pick up your wife?"
Huston glanced at her, took out his phone, and sent a message to Matt. After that, he ignored her and focused all
his attention on the figure that had caused him to worry and anger.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Get up."
The cold voice came from above Evelyn's head. If she was still sober, she would have known that Huston was
already trying to control his emotions, and she must not provoke him any further.
Unfortunately, she was drunk now and couldn't care about anything. She just wanted to sleep.
Seeing her unresponsive while lying on the table, the burning flame in Huston's heart seemed to be fueled by hot
oil, burning even stronger. He reached out and pulled her up from the table with a forceful motion but was careful
not to hurt her.
Evelyn felt a burst of dizziness. Immediately after, she saw an extremely familiar handsome face.
"Huston?" As soon as she opened her mouth, the smell of alcohol filled the air.
Huston frowned quietly, and his voice was full of severity. "Can you still stand?"
Evelyn didn't care if she could or not and immediately nodded. "I can!"
"Then come home with me."
"Okay... hiccup." After letting out a hiccup, Evelyn placed her hands on the table, struggling to maintain her balance.
Unfortunately, the alcohol had taken control, and her efforts were in vain. As soon as her bottom left the seat, she
immediately fell back weakly. She muttered to herself in a strange and puzzled tone, "Huh? Why can't I stand up..."