Night fell, and the evening lights were lit.
In the bar, the restaurant, and the hotel, the nightlife had just begun.
In Olivia Brown's arms was a bottle of expensive red wine that had been delivered by air from Red Empire's office seven or eight years ago. She stumbled on the corridor on the fourth floor.
Unlike the endless hustle and bustle on the first floor, although the decoration of the fourth floor was still magnificent, it was exquisite.
The lifelike animal specimen on the inner body, the undecorated brick wall, and the black wooden ceiling were magnificent.
However, Olivia couldn't see these things clearly, nor was she interested in them.
She had come to get drunk tonight. She had been chased out by her grandfather, and her good friend, Mason Jackson, had stood up for her. Why was her life so hard?
When the wine entered her throat, her heart ached. Olivia's wet eyes blurred, and at this time, her stomach began to blow. She was still sober and didn't know what was going to happen next. She was feeling pressed and immediately ran to the bathroom.
However, she bumped into the tall and hard door, which made her nose hurt.
She touched her nose, stretched out her slender and white index finger, and poked hard at the thing in front of her. She wanted to teach him a lesson, but when she opened her red and plump lips, which were like delicate petals, she burped without any shame. It was unbelievable, but thankfully, no one was around, or so she thought.
Fortunately, she hadn't eaten a day, and what she spat out were all the red wine she had just drunk. Except for the strong smell of alcohol, there was no other disgusting smell.
A man was in front of her, his face was still as dark as the night.
Olivia wiped the corners of her mouth in an unrestrained manner. She smiled foolishly and stuffed the red wine into the man's mouth. By the way, she pushed the man hard, but the man did not move at all. As a result, she smiled awkwardly and squeezed her way through the gaps between the man's body and the door.
As she walked toward the bathroom, she muttered to herself, "When my sister comes out, I'll... pay for your clothes. You... don't move. Wait for me here."
She threw away the remaining half bottle of red wine in his hand in disgust. The moment the fragile bottle hit the black marble floor, it broke into pieces in an instant, and dark red wine spilt all over the ground.
A large amount of enchanting red blood seemed to be the gathering of seductive Datura.
At this moment, there were a few flustered male voices behind him.
"Who are you? Damn it, this is the men's toilet. Can't you see it?"
"Oh my god, whose crazy girl is she?"
"It's bad, it's bad. I was scared back. Will there be any root cause of the disease?" She muttered these words that made no sense.
The man pulled off the hand-made black suit expressionlessly, and his deep eagle-like eyes were full of anger.
"Sir, we've found the young master of the Rutherford family. He's drunk in a private room on the second floor. He's acting like a drunkard." Logan White stood respectfully with his hands down. He was very sensible.
He nodded slightly and walked to the biggest room on the fourth floor. His cold voice suddenly sounded as his footsteps moved. "Prepare clothes. I want to take a shower."
Logan quickly agreed and glanced at the suit lying in the corner pitifully. His heart ached. It was made by a world-famous designer after a month. He couldn't even buy it even if he made enough money. It was the first time for Mr. Rutherford to wear it since it was made, and for some reason, he didn't expect that.
"Hmm?" The man suddenly said with a warning.
"Go and prepare now." Logan's scalp was numb and he hurriedly left the fourth floor, which was covered by a low pressure.
Olivia was driven out of the bathroom. She took the cold water, wiped her face casually, and gave a silly smile to the mirror. Then, she staggered and walked out with the help of the wall.