Chapter 1175 Spiked Liquor Is Very Flammable—It Makes People Burst Into Flames

Arianne could not answer Davy. Instead, she haphazardly waved her hands in dismissal. When Mark noticed how unsteady her steps were and how she held onto the door frame, he dropped the papers in his hand and rushed forward, catching her. “Who made you drink, Ari? Don’t you know your limits?” he reproved. Arianne threw herself onto his chest and writhed against it. “T-There was a company hangout, and um, I couldn’t be absent, and I drank a bit, b-b-but I’m feeling really, really off right now. It’s not the usual, wasted sort of off. It’s just… uh, weird…” Mark frowned and felt her slightly feverish forehead. A pang came to him, and he asked, “Did you come here alone?” “I h-h-hailed a cab, but I can’t endure this until I reach home, I just can’t,” she slurred under her breath. “So I came to your office, and God, why is it so hot in here? Your AC is too high…” She swung her bag across the floor and began to pull her blouse apart, baring a pair of delicate cheekbones and her snowy-fa