This kind of alcohol doesn't affect him at all anymore!
Upon hearing this, the crowd was taken aback, "Mr. Shaw really has a high tolerance, just like the rumors say! No need to hurry, good wine is on its way!"
"Rumors?" Yancy Shaw chuckled, the rumors always said Yancy Shaw was a drunkard and a superstitious guy who has spent years paying various fortune tellers. They entertain him with rituals all day long.
Though, that is indeed the case!
Just then, there was a sudden knock on the private room's door, followed by the door being opened.
A few waiters came in with drinks.
"Here are your drinks, please enjoy!"
Yancy Shaw leaned against the sofa and looked up at the doorway, but just in that moment... a figure that had haunted his dreams for years suddenly passed by outside!
He froze, his complexion changed dramatically, shock written all over his face.
"Mr. Shaw, what's wrong?"
Yancy Shaw seemed to not hear the others, still staring at the door in shock, muttering a name.
