Chapter88

The lengthened black Lincoln stopped at the gate of the club, attracting the attention of many men and women on the roadside.

Nicola Bery had already been used to such a scene. She pretended not to see it, opened the door and sat on the passenger seat. Then she turned her head back.

"President Andrew, are we really leaving like this?"

Leaning against the back seat, Philip Andrew closed his eyes and took a nap. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked into Nicola Bery's eyes. "Do you have anything else to say?"

Nicola Bery shook his head.

What could he do?

"I'm just worried about... Miss Stuat. She doesn't seem to be good at drinking." As Nicola Bery spoke, she quietly looked at Philip Andrew's face and said, "if Mr.Andrew and others continue to drink her wine after we leave, I'm afraid Miss Stuat's body won't be able to stand it."

He had made up his mind that he would shut up as soon as there was any impatient expression on Philip Andrew's face.