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

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 was

She was too prideful to show such

cheek to face me? I kept you and gave you money to spend, and I even birthed you a son. Even during

that, Tamara felt

corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a strange woman waiting nervously in the distance. Frank touched Tamara’s smooth

scared out of her wits. “President Holt… um, President

can you be so ignorant? Why are you being a third wheel

left in a daze. Wait a second. Husband and

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

and immediately answered, “Well

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

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

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