This person... isn't he a fool?
The red-haired director's rambling demands left her speechless. After glancing at the empty seat opposite her, the waiter, whose heart was filled with unease, considered calling security to remove this drunken woman.
But first, the red-haired director could really drink, consuming as much as four or five strong men alone—she was a rare big customer these days. Second, she was genuinely breathtakingly beautiful, even in a drunken state, which made it hard to sternly reprimand her.
In the end, the helpless waiter could only brace himself, return, and place a tray of glasses in front of her, pouring the drinks one by one as she requested. Then he hastily returned behind the bar, watching this side warily, ready to deal with the situation at any moment.
As the glasses were all set, a lean, tall middle-aged man looked at the row of large glasses in front of him and spoke with displeasure:
"Olivia, have you forgotten? I never drink, you..."
"I know."
