Molly and the others were already drunk. Their usual, stern composures were long gone. They wanted to stand up, but their limbs were clumsy.
"Sit down, everyone. Treat me as one of you. Since it's this way now, it will be the same in the future," Rosalie said.
"Have a shot..." Heather handed a glass to her.
"I was late so I'll punish myself with three shots." Rosalie then gulped three shots of alcohol.
"You have good alcohol tolerance..." Heather grinned.
"Rosalie... When will he come back?" Tiana asked.
"I don't know. I haven't heard anything from him." Rosalie seemed a little absent-minded. She, too, knew no more than these women. She decided that if anything happened to Jacob, she would use the Elites to search Capital City inside out.
"I see... You don't know either."
"I don't know..." Rosalie sighed. "But we should trust him. We should trust that he will definitely come back."
"Yes, he will definitely return." Tiana nodded aggressively.