Chapter 88 His Boundary

In a spacious hotel suite, the atmosphere was stark and quiet. The only source of light there was a crystal chandelier. A man, dressed in a simple black shirt and matching pants, unbuttoned his collar agitatedly. He leaned back on the sofa and tilted his head back slightly, his face devoid of emotion. Several ice buckets sat on the table in front of him as empty bottles lay scattered across the table. He swiftly downed another shot, his eyes distant as he lost himself in thoughts. A suffocating loneliness was enveloping him. Suddenly, Sean and Dorothy hurriedly pushed the door open and walked into the room. Upon seeing the bottles littering the table, Sean frowned. "Did you drink all of this?" Christopher kept quiet, seemingly drunk. Dorothy immediately walked over to him, placing her hands on his arm. "What's wrong, Christopher? Why did you drink so much?" Christopher pulled his arm away wordlessly, ignoring her completely. Instead, he turned his attention to Sean. "What's