“Isn’t your fiancée joining?” Kingsley asked.
Gianna glared at Kingsley, but he pretended not to see anything.
Caesar dismissed his suggestion, “Gianna cannot hold her drink.”
“Is that so?” Kingsley smiled.
Nobody could decipher his smile.
Even Gianna couldn’t figure out what Kingsley was thinking at the moment.
She just had a feeling that he was different from his usual self, what with his careless and smug attitude at the moment.
“If you mind this, I can drink on behalf of Gina, Mr. Walker.” Caesar said directly.
“Since you are so protective of your fiancée, then I will take you on your offer. Cheers.” Kingsley downed his drink in one go immediately after saying that.
Caesar did the same too.
After finishing the first glass, he poured himself another one and finished that too.
The drinking began.
For those who toasted to Caesar, he had to drink two glasses every time on behalf of Gianna.
Horace and Maureen was still immersed in their song, but after getting a signal from Kingsley, Horace put down his microphone and went over to toast to Caesar.
They were actually trying to knock Caesar out cold.
Maureen glared at Horace with resentment.
They were in the middle of a nice song, why did he run away like that?
She wanted to pass her microphone to Brandon at first, but after hearing from Horace that any couple who sang this “Lovers of Hiroshima” would split up in the end, she stopped short. Although that sounded ridiculous, but what if it came true?
Thinking that, Maureen decided to put down her microphone and stopped singing, but at that moment there was a sudden deep voice who continued the song. His singing was good.
“After going over the limits of morality / We have gone through the forbidden area of love / Enjoying this false happiness / Misunderstanding the meaning of happiness.” Bruce was singing.
Maureen froze for a few seconds before singing her part, “…As long as I won’t let love slip from my fingers tomorrow / We can still say goodbye.”
“I don’t have enough time to love you properly.” Bruce added.
“We should have stopped…” Maureen suddenly let her voice trailed off.
She didn’t feel like singing anymore.
She handed her microphone to Gemma who was beside, “You continue the song.”
“I don’t know how to sing this song.” Gemma rejected hastily.
Helen sensed Maureen’s gaze, “Neither do I.”
Maureen was speechless.
She couldn’t help but glance at Brandon and found that he was sitting in a corner.
Due to the difference in the environment when growing up, he couldn’t mesh with these rich masters and ladies from the upper class of society.
After working for a year, he was much better at facing such situations. If this was his past self, he wouldn’t even want to join a gathering like this.
Maureen tossed her microphone on a tea table and headed to where Brandon was.
She was afraid that he couldn’t be himself in such a place, so she always tried to show some concern towards him.
Brandon saw Maureen returning to his side and he faintly smiled. Then, he took her into his embrace like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Bruce glanced in their direction.
Then, as if nothing had happened, he continued singing on his own.
Horace returned from drinking and saw that Bruce was singing alone.
He was covering both the male and female’s part.
He proceeded to pick up a microphone and sang the female’s part.
This song really suited Bruce well.
On the other hand, Caesar was busy toasting to others, and every time he drank his own glass he had to drink twice for Gianna’s sake.
Although he had consumed so much alcohol, he did enjoy being flattered and toasted to like this.
Therefore, he didn’t refuse anyone who toasted to him. He would down his glass in one go and he would drink them very hastily.
Soon, it appeared that he was getting pretty drunk.
Caesar whispered by Gianna’s ears, “I’m going to the toilet.”
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