Love Unspoken

Quinn dared not to harbor any expectations. Each time she did, it only resulted in a bottomless pit of disappointment. He hadn't asked her to partake in the drinking, but neither had he invited Getty. She sat in silence, her gaze lowered to the tips of her shoes, the passing time never seeming so lethargic.

All eyes were fixated on Ronan, her drinking prowess was undeniable. However, after consuming about five or six bottles, her grip on sobriety began to wane.

She excused herself, intending to use the restroom. Yet, she barely managed to stagger five meters before succumbing to nausea and vomiting into a nearby trash can.

Upon witnessing this, Stellan's countenance darkened instantly.

Quinn also caught sight of Ronan's pitiful state, a fleeting expression of sympathy crossing her features.

Galen's gaze subtly flitted about, landing on Quinn and then Alexander. His eyes darted between the two, his expression a mix of intrigue and subtlety.

With Ronan absent, Stellan reached for a bottle, declaring, "Since Ronan's in the restroom, I'll continue the drinking." It would be a waste to abandon the endeavor halfway. If he could manage another two or three bottles, he could leave the rest to Ronan, thus sealing the deal.

However, he was oblivious to the malicious glint in Alexander's eyes. He misunderstood Alexander, naively considering him to be as ordinary as any other businessman.

that in the current situation, it wasn't merely about securing fifty percent. Any future collaborations would be nothing short of

at most; any more would be overwhelming. No one was aware of how long Ronan had been secluded in the restroom, but she didn't reappear until

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and this was their means of earning a living. When faced with clients who deliberately attempted to intoxicate them, they had no choice but to

down her

shifting her gaze

cigarette between his fingers, his eyes exuding an air of detachment

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end, Ronan was struggling to keep up with the drinking, seemingly relying solely

five or six bottles remained

minuscule sips, and seemed to