The Day Silence Spoke novel Chapter 324

“I suppose this is what they call a hero’s weakness for a beautiful woman.”

Clifford listened to their teasing in silence, his expression unreadable, as if they were discussing someone else entirely.

It was Latisha who felt flustered, unsure of what to do. She never imagined her arrival would create such a tense situation. These men were clearly influential, yet Clifford hadn't just stormed out, which meant they must be important clients.

Greyson proposed, “Why don’t Mr. Lambert and I continue drinking with everyone? As we said before, this is just a gathering. Let’s not discuss work.”

“Hahaha, that’s right. I almost forgot, this is just a get-together.”

“Come, come, let’s continue.”

Two men raised their glasses, but the middle-aged man, Mr. Wingard, spoke again. “What’s the point of drinking if we don’t talk business? Mr. Lambert, you said earlier that if you win, I’ll partner with you at zero profit. Well, I’ll make you a new offer. If I win, I won’t ask for an extra five points. How about you just have your assistant see me home tonight? That’s not too much to ask, is it?”

The meaning behind “see me home” was clear to everyone. The old fox had obviously noticed how protective Clifford was of his young assistant and had come up with this malicious new wager.

Latisha bit her lip, her eyes fixed on Clifford.

After a long silence, Clifford finally said, “Mr. Wingard, your tastes are as particular as ever.”

Mr. Wingard laughed heartily. “If we’re not talking business, we have to talk about something else. We’ve come from all over the country for this party; we wouldn’t want to spoil everyone’s fun.”

Mr. Wingard’s assistant, a woman named Emily, looked pained but forced a smile. She picked up a bottle of liquor, twisted the cap, and began to pour it down her throat.

As she finished the entire bottle, someone clapped. “Impressive! Mr. Wingard, your assistant is something else!”

Mr. Wingard laughed, waving his hand modestly. “That’s nothing.”

Latisha felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. She kept stealing glances at Clifford, but he just sat there, smoking his cigarette leisurely, not even sparing her a look.

She couldn’t understand him at all. A moment ago, she thought he was going to make her drink, but then he made this decision instead. Was it because of Mr. Wingard’s five points, or… something else?