The bar was getting more crowded and noisier.
David sat on the sofa, continuously pouring drinks for Harry Hunter.
The music was so loud that he couldn't hear clearly what Harry and Isabella Weaver were saying, he only knew that they were having a great time.
It was the first time he had seen Harry Hunter indulging himself like this, drinking one glass after another without any change in his expression, as if his stomach was a bottomless pit.
So, the CEO could actually drink like this; usually, no matter how important the clients he met, he would just have one or two drinks to be polite.
Now, to please his wife, he was showing his true drinking capacity.
David didn't drink a drop, maintaining a clear mind, and diligently fulfilling his duties as a secretary.
Halfway through the drinking, the CEO seemed to lose another game to his wife, not only was he punished with more drinks but he also got up to sing on stage.
