Chapter 1106
The two walked over, glanced around at the people who were unconscious and then looked at Chloe Collins.
She rested her head against the back of the chair, her face tilted slightly to one side, her eyes closed, looking like she had fallen asleep.
Layla Lowell drew a question mark on her small face: "When I left just now, she was still very conscious, how did she fall asleep in just a few minutes?"
Saying this, she bent down and smelled the alcohol.
"This is such a strong drink!"
She passed the glass to Alexander Foster, whose handsome face slightly darkened.
He thought it would be strong alcohol, but he didn't expect it to be this strong. His big hand covered Chloe's forehead, touched it a bit, and the heart hanging in his throat finally relaxed.
"I'll take her home. Thank you for tonight." The refined and light male voice fell, and he then hoisted her up in his arms.
