Night time, Highland Private Club.
Inside the personalized box, which was not open to the public, Orville sat on the couch. The collar of his black shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a red neck and collarbone.
It was the result of alcohol.
The man stared at Rex with a stern look, saying, "Give it to me."
Rex held the bottle in his hand and leaned his back against the wall. He was scared, but stubborn enough to say, "Mr. Quentin, you've already had two bottles, you can't drink anymore!"
He didn't want to watch Orville go into the resuscitation room one more time. He was just one assistant who couldn't handle such a large Quentin Group!
Orville's alcohol-red eyes narrowed slightly. "Don't make me say it again."
Rex was silent.
He knew for sure that he couldn't stop it. If he could have
