Chapter 230 Induce Vomiting

• In the hotel lobby, Ben Walton asked the staff and, led by them, headed straight to the private room Vincy Shaw had booked. But Ben didn’t go in. He was afraid he’d mess up Vincy’s deal if he barged in. Standing at the door, he couldn’t see what was going on inside, and anxiety gnawed at him. He paced back and forth by the door, then moved a little aside and lit a cigarette, eyes fixed on the entrance, waiting for Vincy to come out.
• It didn’t take long before Ben saw a waiter carrying two bottles of gin into the room.
• Bringing more booze at this hour obviously wasn’t the first time. That meant they’d already had a lot. And tonight’s host was Vincy—no way she’d skip drinking. The thought made Ben’s brows knot tight.