Chapter 147 A Drunken Kiss

• In LA, the chandelier in the private room cast a bright light over the scene. The atmosphere was thick with the smell of alcohol and the sound of clinking glasses. This was a typical business dinner, filled with politicians and influential figures all vying for Layson Norman's favor.
• "Mr. Norman, you're the most renowned businessman in New York. To achieve such success at such a young age is truly admirable. I toast to you!" A portly man raised his glass toward Layson, who sat expressionless throughout the evening. Layson picked up his glass and downed the drink in one go, offering no words in response. The man stood awkwardly for a moment before sitting back down, forcing a smile.
• The dinner dragged on, with people continuously trying to engage Layson in conversation. Yet, he remained silent, his face dark and unreadable. He drank every toast offered to him, but his demeanor was cold and distant. Everyone found his behavior strange, but no one dared to confront him. The fact that he was still sitting there was a testament to his patience, which was wearing thin.