"Mr. Hendrix, is that true?" Mr. Kinsley asked keenly.
Ivan took a sip from his wine, "It's not that hurry, actually. She can do it another day."
Kinsley got his meaning instantly. A big grin showed up on his face. He approached Megan shamelessly, "It's getting so late. You don't want to exhaust yourself before our date." The smile on his face was simply gross.
Kinsley had been drunk. Ivan didn't protest when he approached Megan. He thus thought Megan was a gift.
The dinner was finally gonna be over. Ivan stood up from his chair. Megan duplicated his motion, "Mr. Hendrix, are we gonna leave now?"
Ivan cast her a glance before nodding at Kinsley, "I can't drink anymore. Let's meet the next time when I come here."
"Of course," Kinsley stood up, drunken, as he tried to shake Ivan's h
