Cicely flashed a smirk, hit the service bell, and asked the waiter to bring up ten bottles of Louis XIII.
She had been sitting by Kane's side, downing two drinks, and her face was already starting to flush. She never used to drink, and a single glass would get her hammered. Even though she was fine now, her alcohol tolerance was, at best, enough to just handle two drinks.
After drinking, her face would easily turn red, and she would suffer from a headache because of the alcohol.
Some say that people who easily flush when drinking don't get drunk easily. She wasn't sure if that was true. Every time after drinking, she felt as if she had reached her limit. She would always have a terrible headache, but her thoughts seemed to become clearer and clearer.
While Kane was messing around with others, she just leaned back on the couch, turning her head to chat with Chloe.
No matter the topic, she could always keep the conversation going. Even though most of the time, she was the one asking questions, and Chloe would just respond indifferently.
Kane, having had a bit too much to drink, returned to the couch and sat down. Cicely once again took her place beside him. She handed over her drink to Kane.
Kane understood Cicely's intentions. She was just trying to make some bucks. "Cicely, are you trying to get me wasted?"
Kane turned his head to look at her, this ruthless woman.
She had corrected him multiple times that she was now called Diamond, but Kane couldn't get used to it, and Cicely just went with it.
"If someone got drunk to death in this bar, I'd get dragged into it too. Do you really think I'd be that reckless?"
Hypocrite! Kane grimaced. What wouldn't Cicely dare to do? But he didn't dwell on this.
He raised the glass to his lips and took a sip, then turned to ask her, "Are you really that strapped for cash?"
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