Chapter 68

The room fell silent for a moment. Everyone froze and looked at Harry. Harry let out a helpless sigh, pulled out a wad of cash from his wallet, and waved them off. "Alright, you heard him. Go." "Samuel, are you serious?" Harry looked utterly betrayed. "You can abstain all you want, but let us have our fun. "You dragged us out here in the middle of the night, and we can't even have a few women around to drink with. That's just cold, man." Samuel frowned and curtly replied, "You're too noisy." Bored out of his mind and itching to provoke Samuel, Harry smirked. "Four grown men drinking together—don't you think that's dull? Sure, you're the best-looking one here, but I'm straight. Staring at you isn't exactly going to make the drinks go down any smoother." His usual cocky, carefree attitude was nothing new to them. Liam handed Samuel a cocktail and said, "Try this—it's a new one." Samuel took the glass and slowly sipped. It wasn't bad. For a moment, the room fell into a comfor