"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.
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?"
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.
"No need to help me, let me lean a bit more." Howard Geoffrey, with his eyes closed, leaned back in the seat, and said, "Secretary Cecily, you’re tired too. You should go back and rest."
Lisa Cecily looked at Roye worriedly.
Roye nodded to indicate he would take good care of Howard Geoffrey, and only then did Secretary Cecily leave.
Perhaps due to the numbing effects of the alcohol, Howard Geoffrey’s mind was filled with the lingering slender figure, and those words from Manager Yew echoed in his ears, if Mr. Jones gets drunk, I will just send him to Miss Quentin...
Skyler Jones drank quite a lot tonight!
Suddenly, Howard Geoffrey said, "Roye, bring me my phone."
Roye quickly handed the phone over.
Howard Geoffrey used his remaining consciousness to dial a number, and once connected, he slowly exhaled, "Mr. Robinson, I forgot to remind you of something... Yes, it’s very important, you can arrange to meet my brother again now... Alright, see you tomorrow!"
Ending the call, Howard Geoffrey tossed the phone onto the seat, his voice hoarse from the alcohol, "Roye, go to XX Apartment Complex."
Roye naturally knew who lived in the XX Apartment Complex and was somewhat surprised that Howard Geoffrey was headed there, but dared not disobey, quickly getting into the car.
While Becca was fast asleep, she faintly heard someone ringing the doorbell outside.
No one ever disturbed her at such a late hour, Becca assumed it was someone next door, so without much thought, she continued sleeping.
But the doorbell became increasingly urgent, making it impossible for Becca to ignore.
Finally, Becca opened her sleep-laden eyes and got up.
Due to the fact that the building where this apartment was located always had good security, and as Becca had not fully awakened, she absentmindedly opened the door.
Who would have thought, at the moment she opened the door, a tall figure emitting a light scent of alcohol suddenly fell towards her.
The sudden weight of a heavy wall of flesh almost made Becca lose her balance.
Fortunately, Roye, who was following behind him, immediately supported him, "President..."
Almost at the moment Roye helped Howard Geoffrey up, Becca finally realized who it was.
Every time he got close to her, the first thing she perceived was the unique scent that belonged to him. Tonight, though it carried a light scent of alcohol, it was still pleasant.
Roye awkwardly said, "Sorry, Miss Quentin, the President he..." How should he explain this?
Howard Geoffrey’s hazy eyes focused intensely on Becca.
Seeing Howard Geoffrey’s gaze towards Becca...
Roye immediately realized he was unnecessary at this moment, and despite being uneasy about Howard Geoffrey, he still slowly let go of him and stepped back.
Howard Geoffrey leaned against the wall, his deep, dark eyes reflecting a few traces of drunkenness, his voice low, "Resting?"
Didn’t he say he didn’t want to see her again?
When she hadn’t encountered him, she could be indifferent, but facing him so closely, recalling the cruel and decisive words he’d once spoken to her, she couldn’t help but feel heartache. Yet, this heartache wasn’t because of what he once did to her, but because she foolishly fell for such a cold and heartless man.
Sucking in a breath, Becca coolly and calmly responded, "I was resting, so I’m quite surprised to see Mr. Geoffrey at my home."
Howard Geoffrey fixated on Becca’s indifferent face, suddenly hoarse words slipping out, "Baby..."
The word "baby" was something he often used before...
Every time she heard him call her that in the past, she felt as if she were wrapped in honey, deeply cherished by him.
But now, hearing such terms again, she felt nothing, only a heightened wariness towards him, "What is Mr. Geoffrey playing at? Even if I wanted to avoid Mr. Geoffrey, it seems you won’t let me?"
Howard Geoffrey’s gaze on Becca became more enchanting due to the alcohol in his system, his voice tender and slow, "Baby, what’s wrong?"
The tone of his voice now, just like when he used to coax her, made Becca frown slightly.
Was he genuinely drunk, or pretending?
No matter what he did, it was always filled with purpose, by any means necessary. What was he plotting this time?
Becca’s frosty retort was interrupted by Roye speaking quietly from behind Howard Geoffrey, "Sorry, Miss Quentin, the President drank a lot tonight..." Roye, having followed Howard Geoffrey for so many years, had rarely seen him drunk, so the current situation left Roye a bit at a loss.
Hearing Roye’s words, and noting his current innocent, childlike gaze on her, Becca couldn’t help but lower her guard, her voice cool, "Just take him back, I’m going to rest!"
Roye stood there hesitantly...
Who’d have thought, at that moment, Howard Geoffrey stepped into the room and forcefully closed the door with his hand.
With a bang, Roye was shut outside.
Instantly, finding herself alone in the same space with Howard Geoffrey, Becca was startled, her body instinctively stepping back a bit, nervously asking, "What do you want to do?"
If he was ruthless, she would indeed be afraid...
When she was alone, she could be utterly fearless, but she wasn’t alone now.
Howard Geoffrey suddenly grabbed Becca’s retreating body, his movement as swift as a cheetah’s, turning her around forcefully and pulling her tightly into his embrace.