Love At The Right Price

Chapter 22

Tamara was full of anger as she glared at him. “Don’t you like to drink? Come and drink with me!”

Frank smiled and said meaningfully, “What’s the point of drinking by myself? I’ll drink with you, Miss Randall.”

Harold, as shrewd as he was, immediately understood that they were going to drink until they dropped..

mind was filled with inappropriate scenes. And quickly, he eased into the role of a waiter and placed down a few rows of glass cups before pouring alcohol into them.

The other two who were watching from the sidelines were stunned speechless. Who on earth is this woman that she got President Holt to drink with her, and Harold to serve her?

As expected, they’re partners in crime. Tamara cast an elegant glance across them and crossed out Harold inwardly before picking up a glass of alcohol and downing it in one shot.

Frank raised his thick eyebrows and followed her example, emptying his glass in one go as well.

Just like that, the two began taking shots in turns, and only Harold persisted in acting as a waiter to pour them alcohol.

to alcohol in drinking battles and hadn’t been seen drunk in many

was slightly off the mark. In the end, Tamara’s cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were getting brighter and prettier, but Frank knew that

was too prideful to show such a

spend, and I even birthed you

Saying that, Tamara felt

a strange woman waiting nervously in the distance. Frank touched Tamara’s smooth cheek with his big palm

Lucy was scared out of

Harold leaned over and took her aside, reprimanding her, “How can you be so ignorant? Why are

a second. Husband

the people next to her a toast. “From

back a laugh and immediately answered, “Well said! Come, Mrs. Holt, let me give you a toast

blearily, thinking that he was quite good at holding his alcohol. Not wanting to lose, she took another shot

to Frank. Now that he had taken a shot, didn’t that

speak, but he did not stop them either. His dark eyes were calm and grounded, and even seemed to hold a hint of a smile