Chapter 117

I had no choice. Since everyone was here for Camille, I naturally chose the side that would benefit me. I couldn't care about Bruce all the time. Sure enough, Queenie immediately smiled happily. "Ms. Fisher, you're so understanding. What do you think, Mr. Harold?" Bruce's calm gaze fell quietly on me. After a pause, he mumbled, "Fine. But let's not go overboard." And so, the drinking began. The vintage wine was excellent, but drinking was hard to call a stop to once it started. On top of that, with Queenie's high alcohol tolerance, her toasts were endless. Toward the end, both John and I were struggling to keep up. On the other hand, Bruce kept to his principles and drank slowly. Queenie also noticed this and moved her chair closer to Bruce. She poured him another glass. "Mr. Harold, I must say I was quite impressed when I first met you." Was she confessing to Bruce? "I wondered how a man could be blessed with such a handsome face." Queenie leaned forward. "Cindy is really luc