Bella Acker turned back to speak, and Damian Sinclair strolled onto the balcony.
Bella Acker pointed outside the window, "Look, the snow is really heavy. It's not very safe for you to drive back, is it?"
"I've had so much to drink; I can't drive."
Hearing him say this, Bella Acker realized that he indeed couldn't drive after drinking.
But he knew this already and still drank. Was it intentional?
Bella Acker gave Damian Sinclair a suspicious sideways glance, "President Sinclair. You didn't intentionally drink to plan on staying here tonight, did you?"
"Am I that kind of person?" Damian Sinclair raised an eyebrow.
Bella Acker nodded, "Absolutely, yes." She had been schemed by him like this several times.
"Alright, I'll take a cab home," Damian Sinclair said, "Aren't you going to see me off?"
In such snowy weather, to even send someone off without accompanying them seems a bit unreasonable.
Bella Acker nodded, "Let me grab a coat."
