Chapter 891
- Wen Ting immediately understood and carefully took the wine glass from Nathaniel Morgan's hand, smiling, "Mr. Nathaniel, it's getting late, you should rest."
- At this point, Nathaniel Morgan had completely lost his judgment. He stood up slowly, leaning heavily on Wen Ting's arm.
- Stumbling again, Nathaniel Morgan almost fell. Koen Martinez and Hudson Martinez quickly supported him.