Amelia was startled and turned to look, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, "Christopher, what are you doing... weren't you the one who dragged me here? Now you're wearing a long face..."
Amelia's tolerance for alcohol wasn't great, and she'd been drinking heavily. She was already tipsy, and her voice naturally soft and coy, with a hint of drunkenness.
Everyone who heard her tone felt their hearts melt.
Christopher was deeply regretful at that moment, suppressing his displeasure as he wrapped her in his arms, looking at everyone, "Sorry everyone, I have to leave now."
The crowd watched the stunning beauty coquettishly nestled in Christopher's embrace, her lively scent and breath mesmerizing, and their eyes were transfixed.
Christopher's face was as stern as water. He grabbed the jacket draped over the wheelchair and wrapped the woman tightly.
Benny Palmer: "..."
The big shots: "..."