Chapter 111 The Burn Of Whiskey

• Layson swirled the whiskey in his glass, the ice clinking softly against the sides as he sat in the dimly lit bar. The sharp burn of alcohol still lingered in his throat, yet it did little to cool the irritation boiling in his chest. After leaving that dinner meeting in frustration, he had no plans to drink—until Leopold stopped him in the hallway, insisting they grab a drink together.
• "Adela went to Florida on a business trip with Cora," Leopold announced casually, watching Layson's reaction with a smirk.
• Layson’s grip on the glass tightened slightly, but his expression remained unreadable. He took a slow sip, letting the whiskey slide down before setting the glass down with a quiet clink.