"Does he have a lot of social engagements?" Charlotte Green frowned, Kevin Cliff was a man with great self-control, even at the dining table he ought to know how to keep himself sober, so how could he be this drunk.
"No! The boss hates socializing. He could count on one hand the events he's attended throughout the year, but this time it was different." Wester Welson's gaze fell meaningfully onto Charlotte, "This time, the boss gave up some of his past principles and lowered himself to mingle for the sake of someone."
For someone, that person must be Abigail Summer, right?
It could only be Abigail Summer worth such a gesture, but why? What happened to Abigail Summer that he had to go to such lengths?
"Madam, uh... I mean, Miss Green, because the boss's last engagement was nearby, he came over. It would be inappropriate for him to return in this state, are you able to take care of the boss?" Wester Welson recited the well-rehearsed excuse.
