At her words, Yuri Sinclair turned his head slightly to the side.
The woman before him had skin as smooth as cream and large, captivating eyes. But that pointed chin of hers… he felt like he'd seen it somewhere before.
But with his mind clouded by alcohol, he couldn't recall her name.
After a moment, he took the drink from Ice and downed it in one go.
'Right. She'd said her name was Ice.'
Ice seemed to understand him perfectly, winning his favor with ease. Gradually, Yuri Sinclair had no room for any other woman by his side.
The other three young masters at his side were also getting into the swing of things, drinking themselves into a stupor one by one.
Seeing her chance, Ice got up and sat right on Yuri Sinclair's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a kiss on his lips.
"They don't understand you, but I do. You treat her so well, yet she's still tangled up with other men. How much that must hurt you."
