"I'm sorry." Aria Grant hurried to apologize, but the alcohol suddenly rushed to her head, causing her to sway and fall towards the person again. This time, the person managed to steady themselves and hold onto Aria.
"Beautiful lady, this is the men's restroom." A mocking voice entered her ears, and with a heavy head, Aria looked up and realized that it was indeed the men's restroom. The embarrassment sobered her up a bit. She looked around and saw no one, and Nancy Walker had already disappeared. A sudden sense of foreboding surged in her heart.
At this moment, the strong smell of alcohol stimulated Aria's nerves. She frowned and looked closely at the man in front of her. He was wearing branded clothes, and the watch on his wrist was worth a fortune. He was clearly not a nobody, probably a rich second-generation heir. Right now, his face was flushed red from drunkenness.
