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

the end, Tamara’s cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were getting brighter and prettier, but Frank knew that

prideful to show

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

that, Tamara

a strange woman waiting nervously in the distance.

was scared out of

be so ignorant? Why are you being

Wait a second. Husband and wife?! she thought in

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 now on, Frank

and immediately answered, “Well said! Come,

in one go. Tamara blinked blearily, thinking that he was quite good at holding his alcohol. Not wanting

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

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