Meanwhile, in the box on the second floor of the Golden Gate Hotel.
"Mr. Elinor... I can't drink anymore. Let's get to the cooperation..."
Pamela, who had already drunk too much, said in a daze, her eyes blurred.
"Ah! What a shame! One last glass, and then we'll discuss the matter of cooperation. After all, we have such a solid business relationship!"
Davon grinned evilly and got up to pour Pamela another glass of wine.
"Mr. Elinor, I ... I feel dizzy..."
Pamela wanted to refuse, but halfway through her words, she was so dizzy that she finally couldn't hold on, lying on the table while losing consciousness.
Davon was delighted. He thought, finally! I've been waiting for this moment for a long time!
As he spoke, he took out a bottle from his pocket, poured out two blue pills, and swallowed them in one gulp.
People said that he was fierce in bed.