The Day Silence Spoke novel Chapter 325

Latisha no longer dared to hope for anything. Every time she did, it only led to crushing disappointment.

She sat quietly, her head bowed, staring at the tips of her shoes. Time had never felt so slow.

Everyone was watching Emily drink. The woman’s tolerance was indeed impressive, but after five or six bottles, she was already unsteady on her feet.

She excused herself to go to the restroom, but after staggering less than twenty feet, she doubled over and vomited into a trash can. Seeing this, Mr. Wingard’s face darkened instantly.

Latisha couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for the assistant.

Greyson’s eyes flickered, his gaze shifting from Latisha to Clifford and back again, a subtle expression on his face.

Mr. Wingard grabbed a bottle. “Emily’s in the restroom. I’ll take over.”

They were almost halfway through; it would be a shame to give up now. If he could just down two or three more, Emily could finish the rest, and the deal would be his. He failed to notice the dark glint in Clifford’s eyes. He didn’t know Clifford, assuming he was just like most other businessmen.

But anyone who knew Clifford understood. Things had escalated to this point, and forget fifty points—it would be an act of mercy if Clifford ever did business with him again. He should be more concerned about whether his company would still be operating tomorrow.

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