Adam Duncan was truly from a family that owned a media company, instantly playing the drama, leaning halfway on Oliver Knox.
If Oliver wasn't worried about this guy getting close to his sister, he would have loved to toss him into the trash can.
The distance to Jupu Hotel, only a few hundred meters away, was dragged out by that rascal Adam Duncan to nearly twenty minutes. When had Oliver ever served anyone like this? His patience only extended to accompanying Adam to the hotel front desk.
Oliver's face was recognizable wherever he went. The server, seeing this big shot supporting a drunk, mustered an unpleasant look and quickly approached them.
"Director Knox, do you need assistance?"
"Please take this gentleman back to room 9201, thank you."