Chapter 391

It was a shame that the plate of scrambled eggs with salsa was destined to go to waste. After eating, Mayra felt thirsty and casually reached for the red wine beside her. It was different from ordinary red wine—the first sip was unexpectedly sweet and flowed smoothly down the throat. It wasn't until she finished the glass that it suddenly hit her. Her tolerance was low, and one drink would be enough to put her under. In her past life, she had accompanied Anderson to countless banquets and social gatherings. Back then, she could drink endlessly without getting drunk—a skill honed through practice. At midnight, Mayra's mind was hazy as she stumbled up the stairs to the fourth floor. When she finally reached her room, she leaned against the door frame, her vision blurred by alcohol. In her drunken haze, she saw the silhouette of a man inside. Mayra, fighting the effects of alcohol, shook her head in an attempt to clear her vision. When she was finally able to make out the form of a m