Inside the private room:
"Come, Mr. Bishop, let me toast you. You're so young and promising. It's only a matter of time before you acquire Kenway Group!"
"I hope you're right." Caleb Bishop reached out and clinked glasses with him. "To our successful partnership!"
"Hahaha, to a successful partnership!"
A sudden gasp came from nearby. Mr. Hughes, who was drunk, was forcefully grabbing a young-looking girl.
The manager standing by was sweating, her forehead beaded with anxiety. "Mr. Hughes, in our establishment… The young lady was just delivering drinks, you can't…"
Henry Hughes let out a drunken burp. "To put it nicely, she's 'delivering drinks.' To put it bluntly, isn't she just serving herself up on a platter?"
SMACK! The girl, furious, slapped Henry Hughes across the face. "I'm calling the police! You're human scum!"
