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.

tolerance to alcohol in drinking battles and hadn’t been

to Frank, she 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 she

prideful to

him. “Frank Holt, how do you have the cheek to face me? I kept you and gave you money to spend, and I even birthed you a son. Even during nighttime, I’m still working hard to make money to support my family. Meanwhile, you’re out here fooling around, surrounding

Tamara felt extremely

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

a bigshot, Lucy was scared out

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

daze. Wait a second.

a glass of alcohol to give the people next to her a toast. “From now on, Frank will turn over a new leaf! As his friends, you have to help me out and keep a close

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 as

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

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