Adam Sinclair had no idea that such an interlude had occurred during the short time he was away. When he came back after finishing his call, his expression was much more relaxed as he settled back into his seat.
This time, he didn't stop the man opposite him from drinking anymore.
Occasionally, he glanced down at his cell phone.
Ten minutes later.
A figure appeared at the entrance of the bar. He immediately spotted the newcomer and waved, "Enna, over here."
Enna?
The man whose eyes were already shaky furrowed his brows and lifted his head.
Hearing Adam's voice, Enna Clark hurried over. Right away, she saw the man who stood out the most in the crowd! The bar lights shone on his face, casting a mesmerizing sheen over his sharp features, perfect! Distinguished! Untouchable, yet irresistibly alluring!
But it was obvious that those usually domineering and assertive eyes now held a trace of drunkenness.
