"President Granger," Clint said worriedly. "You can't drink..."
The directors had drunk a lot. With the addition of Amos being polite to
them, they started to relax as well.
"Are you're treating us as outsiders, Assistant Zuckerberg? We're friends with President Granger, and we're going to work with each other in the future! If you can't even give us some leeway, why should we cooperate with you then?"
Clint replied, "I'll drink for President Granger
then. "
The men's faces suddenly darkened. "We all drink for ourselves. Why is President Granger getting special treatment then?"
"That's right. Is he looking down on us?"
"But..."
Clint was about to explain, but Amos interrupted him, "Clint, stop."
He then turned around and looked at the men. "My assistant is still inexperienced. I apologize for the disrespect. Please don't take it to heart!"
After that, he picked up his glass and downed it.
That movement opened up the wounds on his back. He frowned slightly, but the frown vanished in a flash.
After putting down the glass, Amos summoned Clint, "Come with me. Everyone, please drink up. I'll be back soon."
Outside the room, Clint had already admitted his mistake before Amos could speak.
"President Granger, it's my fault. But I'm concerned about your health. This time, you did it because of my brother's fault. I know that you punished yourself for my brother's sake, so I have to protect you. So, I don't care if you're going to blame me. I'm willing to accept any punishment..."
Amos snickered, "Alright, if everyone wants to get punished, I'm afraid that we won't have enough whips to go around! I know what you mean. I'll take good care of myself. If you don't like what you see, then wait for me outside."
Amos noticed that Clint didn't say anything. Instead, he was looking in a certain direction.
Following his gaze, Amos felt his heart skip a beat.
His woman was sitting across Fabian in one of the booths in the restaurant. Fabian was cracking the shells off the crabs for her.
She smiled and lowered her head to take a bite.
Amos clenched his hands slightly, his heart dripping with bitterness.
Clint quickly averted his gaze and said, "President Granger, it is likely that Miss George is just there out of courtesy..."
Amos chuckled darkly. He knew it best whether it was out of courtesy. If she hadn't decided to accept Fabian, she definitely wouldn't have accepted his invite.
Furthermore...
There were a bunch of red roses next to her. The petals were as red as blood, stinging his eyes.
"President Granger, how about I go to Miss George..."
"That will not be necessary!" Amos shook his head. "The guests inside are still waiting for me. I'll head in first!"
"President Granger..." Clint was displeased at the thought of Amos having to drink more. The last time he expressed dissatisfaction with Eudora was just an act between him and Amos, but this time, he really was distressed.
The others might not know it, but he had been by Amos' side from the very start. Amos truly loved Eudora to the core.
Clint knew that even if Eudora asked for Amos' heart one day, Amos would offer it to her without hesitation.
However, how could she hurt President Granger that way?
The words that Fabian uttered in Amos' office the day before still lingered in his ears. Clint felt even more discouraged as he thought about it, and he couldn't help but walk towards Eudora.
At the same time, Eudora felt slightly unnerved after taking a bite of the crab meat, so she made an excuse to go to the washroom.
Clint stopped her as soon as she came out.
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