“Are you in a good mood?” Waylon asked coldly. “After seeing your brother like that, can you still be cheerful?”
“I definitely can’t.” Lily lowered her head. Daniel was her brother, and he was injured, undergoing surgery. How could she be cheerful in such a situation?
“My bad mood is due to my brother. Is yours due to Doris?” Lily asked directly.
“Yes.” Waylon didn’t hide it. “It’s normal for anyone not to be happy when encountering something like this late at night.”
Lily fell silent. Waylon had a point, but she couldn’t help feeling that his unhappiness was because of Doris.
That said, she couldn’t force him to admit it if he didn’t want to, could she?
Lily was getting frustrated. She picked up her glass and downed it in one gulp.
Cough, cough, cough! She choked as the strong liquor went down her throat.
Waylon frowned and pushed a glass of water toward her.
“Mr. Adelmar.” Lily, with a hint of alcohol in her system, squinted and said, “Deep down, you care about me, don’t you?”
“Don’t overthink it,” Waylon replied. “We’re all friends, that’s all.”
Waylon’s words left Lily feeling even more miserable. She poured herself another glass of liquor and drank it down, gulp by gulp.
Originally, Lily had hoped to get Waylon to drink more, but now, Waylon seemed fine while she had gotten herself drunk.
With the help of alcohol, she hoped to have a ‘proper talk’ with Waylon, telling him how much she loved. and wanted to be with him. However, just as she stood up, her legs turned to jelly, and she couldn’t get up at all. Instead, she slumped over the table, completely out of sorts.
Waylon paid no attention to her. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and leisurely blew out a puff of smoke.
Meanwhile, Lily fixed her gaze on him from across the table. The more she looked, the more she found the man in front of her incredibly handsome.
“Mr. Adelmar,” she slurred. “You are the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, and I really like you!”
“Mr. Adelmar, whom did you call?” Lily asked. “By doing this, aren’t you essentially causing a major earthquake in Struyria?”
“If it needs to quake, then it shall quake,” Waylon replied. “I just made a call to the secretary-general of my father’s good friend.”
“Your father’s good friend?” Lily widened her eyes. “Who is he?”
“Figure it out for yourself,” Waylon said. “Whoever holds the power is the one!”
Whoever holds the power is the one? Lily shivered, completely sober now. Could it be that Mr. Adelmar’s father’s good friend is…
“Ah!” Lily sat up straight in her chair. “Mr. Adelmar, if you continue with this investigation, will my father, be in trouble?”
“It depends on what he’s been up to all these years,” Waylon scoffed. “If he’s been up to no good, no one can save him!”
“Mr. Adelmar,” Lily implored. “Please don’t! My father has worked hard to reach his current position. Don’t, let him fall from grace!”
“Let him fend for himself,” Waylon said, taking a sip of his drink. “Those who sow the wind shall reap the whirlwind. The wheels of justice grind slow, but they grind exceedingly fine!”
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