She had never seen Lyke Zhekova smile so gently, the smile carried a tenderness that came from deep within him.
Even his eyes were filled with tenderness.
Pretty Perlas stood stunned, unable to react, rooted to the spot.
On top of that, Lyke Zhekova was on the phone, Pretty Perlas did not want to disrupt him.
She could wait until he finished his call.
"I've drunk quite a bit this evening," Lyke Zhekova's voice stuttered a bit, the clarity lost, sounding even a bit slurred.
Peggy Lewis could tell, even through the phone.
"Why did you drink so much?" She wondered who dared to serve Lyke Zhekova alcohol, that person had some guts.
Lyke Zhekova sighed, sounding a bit worn out, "No choice, today's client is really important, crucial to the future of Majestic and the City of Pingla."
Peggy Lewis thought it made sense.
No other reason could have forced Lyke Zhekova to drink to this extent.
"Have you finished now?" Peggy Lewis asked casually.
