, feeling disgusted and reluctant, yet had no choice but to act like a gentleman.
Nathan Moore stood up, went over to Tilly Zimmerman, and with a long arm, scooped her up.
The latter covered her mouth, made a sound, and waved to Wesley Foley, "Director Foley, I’ll excuse myself for a moment, I’ll continue drinking when I return, ugh..."
After saying her greetings, she turned around to Nathan Moore again, and a wave of alcohol smell came towards him, causing Nathan Moore to visibly lift his handsome face and frown.
Tilly Zimmerman had drunk quite a lot, in an effort to keep Wesley Foley company, she was fully committed, seeing he continuously waved his hands to refuse, she deceitfully kept urging him to drink.
Because a few days ago, she received instructions from the manager that this Director Foley was their president’s business rival, therefore, during social interactions, she must help the president overcome difficulties.
In Tilly Zimmerman’s view, solving problems meant getting him completely drunk, making him embarrass himself in front of their president, then taking photos to show the female lead, or even better, posting it online. It would tarnish his reputation, and then see if the contested female lead would still like him...
Therefore, to get Wesley Foley drunk, she really went all out. Whenever he refused, she was relentless, looping her arm around Wesley Foley’s shoulder, "Director Foley, how about this, I drink two glasses and you drink one... Come on, let’s drink..."
Thus, this dinner party had persisted until now, with Tilly Zimmerman having harmed the enemy but also harmed herself substantially.
Her figure was somewhat unstable, especially when Nathan Moore hoisted her up with such force, her body swayed, and she quickly turned around to grab Nathan Moore’s shoulders.
The pristine white of Nathan Moore’s shirt now clearly bore wrinkles at the shoulders.
Tilly Zimmerman was wearing a tight-fitting hip-wrapped dress, with a deep neckline, already flaunting her proud assets, which, even without bending over deliberately, the deep cleavage was already eye-catching.
Now, with a turn, her soft bosom pressed directly against Nathan Moore’s chest, and given the wide neckline of the dress, sitting in Titus Zane’s view, it was clear to see the two rounds being squeezed into two disks...
The corners of the European-style eyes tightened, Nathan Moore was only wearing a shirt now, the thin fabric even outlined his muscular chest, and with their proximity, Titus Zane could even imagine the feeling of their skins touching each other.
His finger tightening around the glass involuntarily, his neatly trimmed nails digging into his fingertips without his knowledge.
"carry," next to him, Wesley Foley’s weak voice rang out, successfully drawing her gaze back, she turned, and the normally gentle as jade man now had one elbow propped on the table, the other hand reaching towards her.
His pale face was even more bloodless, showing a sickly pallor.
Titus Zane quickly reached out and held Wesley Foley’s extended arm, "Director Foley, are you alright?"
"We... head back..." Wesley Foley’s eyes closed, his breathing heavy as he spoke, "say... goodbye to... Director Moore..."
"Okay, Director Foley, we’ll head back soon. Once Director Moore returns, we’ll say our goodbyes."
Titus Zane stood up, supported Wesley Foley against the chair back, seeing him tilt his head back and breathe heavily with his mouth open, hurriedly called for the service to bring in a juice.
They say in times of breathing difficulties, desserts could have a soothing effect.
In the restroom, Tilly Zimmerman leaning on the tiled wall had a relieving vomit, after exiting the cubicle, she saw her own president leaning against the wall smoking, chuckling while walking over with a curvy approach.
"Director Moore, tonight... how did I, uh, perform? Hehe..."
Nathan Moore glanced over lightly, not saying a word.