Nba Rise Of Ace Manager novel Chapter 121

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Chapter 121 Drunk Boy

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Perhaps in Shawn’s eyes, my running Apex Hotel just made me a manager–someone who would never become like him. wielding capital to expand their influence.

It seemed I was too naive. Building connections wasn’t something that came so easily.

Being by Shawn’s side, I received a lot of praise, including some men’s scrutinizing and fascinated stares.

A woman’s most beautiful side wasn’t just her appearance, but also something far more precious–her health.

Only a woman who radiates health and vitality can truly captivate a man. After all, a strong life force is like the morning sun at 8 AM–who wouldn’t want to soak it in?

So, the reason I attracted attention from those men today wasn’t just about how I looked, but because I had focused on jimproving my health. I radiated vitality, no longer struggling with myself.

After a round of drinks, Shawn was a little drunk.

1 sipped my wine slowly, feeling the heat of the gazes around me.

Turning my head, I saw Shawn staring at me quietly with a drunken look.

That familiar look made me feel uneasy.

What is it? Am I just another ornament for him, a pretty face to boost his image?

In the end, it was just his male pride acting up. I avoided his gaze and stood up. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

Shawn nodded.

I stepped out of the private room, and the area outside was filled with over 20 tables of guests. Feeling suffocated, I decided to leave through another door.

The corridor I found myself in was quiet and peaceful, leading to the passageway of the nearby five–star hotel.

Since it was less crowded here, I figured I’d take a walk around and then return. I wasn’t in the mood to look at the drunk men

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As I turned a comer, I beard a sound. “Ugh…“A man was crouching by a plant, clearly drunk.

As I walked over, he suddenly asked, “Can you give me tissue?”

I opened my handbag and handed him a pack of tissues.

He muttered thank you before tearing it open and wiping away the alcohol stains.

When he turned his face toward me, I realized he must have been quite young–probably in his early twenties.

What struck me, though, was how handsome he was.

He stood up, wearing a white T–shirt and a platinum chain, giving off a youthful and carefree vibe.

He seemed to finally notice me, smiling as he said, “Thanks”

His voice had a clear, youthful tone, the kind that hints that a boy was just starting to mature. I asked, ‘Are you here for the wedding next door?”

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Chapter 121 Drunk Boy

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Just then, a group of people rushed down the corridor, all dressed in suits, quickly passing by me. One of them turned back and asked. “Excuse me, have you seen a young man in a white T–shirt pass by here?”

I was startled. With the urgency in their movement, were they trying to catch someone?

Thinking of the drunk boy from earlier, I shook my head. “I think I saw him. He went over that way just now.”

The group immediately stopped and headed in the direction I pointed.

Just then, I heard a quiet chuckle from behind me. “Thanks. You’re really kind.”

I turned to see the boy emerging from behind a pillar, frowning as I asked, “Are they trying to catch you? Why haven’t you run yet?”

The boy slouched against the pillar, and lazily replied, “They are trying to catch me, but I don’t need to run,”

Youth does make one act impulsively. He was about to be caught, yet still had that confident look on his face.

ay quickly,

J–Well, good luck not getting caught,” I said before walking away

When I returned to the private room, Shawn was still sober his alcohol tolerance was impressive.

“We’re heading over to Uncle Mario’s place to sit for a while. Let’s go now, Shawn said, pushing himself up from the table. But as he stood, he swayed and then leaned toward me. “Tiffany, help me out.”

I couldn’t roll my eyes in public, so I just helped him out and we got into a car to leave.

Inside the car, Shawn kept sticking close to me, but I didn’t feel like paying him any attention.

We arrived at Mario Hartwell’s place. It was a three–story villa in a highly sought–after area.

By the time we got there, the rest of the Hartwells had arrived. I spotted Hazel as well, though I hadn’t seen her during lunch.

Hazel had always been close with Wendy Hartwell because they were around the same age. At the moment, the two of them were sitting on the sofa, discussing where to go for some fun shopping later.

When they saw us come in, Hazel quickly ran over, but only to talk to Shawn.

“Finally, you’re here! Wendy and I are heading out tonight, so I’ll need you to support me up a bit.”