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.

a high tolerance to alcohol in drinking battles and hadn’t been seen drunk in

slightly off the mark. In the end, Tamara’s cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were getting

to show such a vulnerable

spend, and I even birthed you a

that, Tamara felt extremely

corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a strange woman waiting nervously

with a bigshot, Lucy was scared out of

her aside, reprimanding her, “How can you be so ignorant? Why are you being a third wheel and interrupting

Lucy then left in a daze. Wait a second. Husband and wife?!

When Tamara heard Frank’s apology, her spirits immediately lifted. Suddenly, she bounced up again and picked up a glass of alcohol to give the people next to her a toast. “From

kept holding back a laugh and immediately answered, “Well said! Come, Mrs. Holt,

Saying that, Harold affectionately took a shot in one go. Tamara blinked blearily, thinking that he was quite good at holding his alcohol. Not wanting to lose, she took another

glances. Harold was closest to Frank. Now that he had taken a shot,

them took a shot in turn. Frank took a drag out of his cigarette and did not 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 under the flashing