Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

Chapter 3159 Heartless And Cold

Gordan could not care less about things like barbecues, but when he heard Gale mention there would be wine, his eyes lit up. Suddenly, he was enthusiastic about it.

All he could think about now was getting his hands on salcohol. "Sure. Why the heck not? If there's good liquor involved, countin."

"Are you planning to drain Boss' liquor stash?" Gale took a sip of his drink and teased him.

"He's got plenty in his cellar. What's the harm inhaving a taste?" Gordon knew that Luke had a habit of collecting fine wines. There were many in his wine cellar that Gordan wanted to try but had not had the chance to yet.

With so much good wine calling his name, it would be dumb not to go.

"I'll let Boss know," replied Gale. After all, it was not his party, so they had to give the host a heads-up.

Gordan stopped him. "No need. I'm worried that if you tell him, Luke won't bring out the good stuff. Just takealong. No need to give him a heads- up."

"Is he really so stingy that he won't even share his liquor..." Gale could not believe it. Was Gordan really drunk to actually paint Luke as such a stingy person?

Luke was genuinely kind to people. Hence, he was also known for being generous, whether it was about money or anything else.

"Trust me. Don't tell him anything. I’m planning to surprise him," replied Gordan. He let out a burp after another swig of his drink.

Gale rolled his eyes. It was hard to believe what a drunkard said.

Give Luke a surprise?

As long as it did not end up being a shock, that would be considered good enough.

"I can't just let it slide," Gale insisted on telling Luke.

"Okay, here's the plan. Pretend you're clueless. Tomorrow, I'll show up at his place myself. Sounds good?" Gordan did not want Luke to know he was coming.

Gale pondered for a moment. That could work. He nodded and replied," Alright, but ease up on the drinks tonight. You don't want to show up at his place tomorrow still hammered."

"Live for the moment, my friend. You don't get it. I can hold my liquor. I won’t be wasted." Gordan laughed, taking another swig.

"Tsk, you’re really risking it all for booze." Gale shook his head.

Luckily, Gordan was in A City now, where things were relatively safe. There would not be any trouble. If he were overseas, getting this hammered could land him in hot water.

"Who says so? This booze is good for you," Gordan squinted his eyes, feeling like he was seeing double.

He glanced at the bottles of liquor on the table, several of which were already empty.

"Yeah, it's good for you. In that case, bottoms up." Gale saw Gordan in such a state and knew he was almost gone.

There was a knock on the private room door at that moment.

Gale raised his voice, "Cin."

The door opened, and the waitress who had just left returned. She held a tray with a steaming lobster roll on it.

"Here's your lobster roll, sir." The waitress placed the tray on the table.

"Alright, thanks." Gale glanced at the lobster roll, then at the drunken Gordan. He did not want to be dragging a wasted man home, so he asked," Is the hotel upstairs run by the sboss as this bar?"

"Yes." The waiter nodded. Their boss owned a nightclub downstairs and had recently taken over the hotel upstairs. It was convenient for guests to crash upstairs when they were too drunk to drive, avoiding the hassle of transportation.

Gale rose to his feet, walked over to Gordan, and reached out. "Hand over your wallet."

"You didn't want my money earlier, and now you're asking for it... What are you doing?" Gordan squinted at him with drunken eyes.

Gale shook his head helplessly and replied, "I'm not doing anything. I'm just gonna get you a room. I don't want to drive you back and risk you messing up my car."

Dumping a drunk man in a hotel room was the best option.

It saved tand effort.

Gordan smacked his lips. He was a little slow to catch on.

After a couple of seconds, he handed over his wallet to Gale. "Geta deluxe suite."

"Okay." Gale furrowed his brows then relaxed. Was Gordan drunk or not?

He retrieved Gordan's ID, glanced at the photo, and started mocking him," You look like a model in this ID, but you're just a booze hound."

He handed Gordan's ID to the waitress, then pulled out scash. "Will this cover a deluxe suite?"

"It's more than enough." The waitress estimated how much was in the cash pile. Their boss did not specialize in hotels, so the place was just a four- star joint. A presidential suite was not that expensive.

"Then go get him one and keep the change as a tip," said Gale.

The waitress felt a surge of joy. She did not expect the guests in this private room to be so generous. This tip could cover her earnings for ten days of work!

"Thank you, sir! I'll get right on it." The waitress took the money and headed out to arrange a deluxe suite for Gordan.

"Gale," Gordan suddenly spoke up.

"What now?" Gale glanced at him, then started on his lobster roll.

He thought he could have a lavish meal tonight, not lobster roll. He would rather shamelessly mooch off the boss' food.

"Can I crash at your place tonight?" asked Gordan. He was pretty hammered but still clung to his drink, sneaking sips whenever he could.

Gale flat-out refused, "Take you home? Rain will kill me!"

He could not help but shudder at the thought of the various scenarios that could unfold with a drunk Gordan. He could not afford the trouble of taking him home.

Not only would he have to clean up after Gordan, but he would also get a beatdown from Rain!

"I didn't say I wanted to stay at Rain's place." Gordan rolled his eyes. Didn't the boss give you a villa?"

"But you're not getting in there. It's spotless. If you mess it up, I'll have to hire someone to clean it. I'm not a fool!" Gale immediately refused without considering their brotherly bond. "I got you a room. You stay there. Make all the noise you want."

At worst, Gordan would wake up hungover and foot the bill for any damages to the hotel. Gale could afford that.

"Pfft, why are you acting like a woman? Heartless and cold, heartless and cold..." complained Gordan.

"Gordan." Gale was getting a headache from him.

"What?" Gordan narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

"You're even more of a drama queen than any woman I know, getting drunk and acting like a jilted lover. Now, you're accusingof being heartless and unfeeling. Isn't that just ridiculous?" Gale wore a look of disdain, wishing he could just dump the lobster roll over Gordan's head.

However, he suppressed the urge to do so when he remembered his empty stomach. No matter what, he had to satisfy that first. While the lobster roll was not anything special, there was no need to toss it out.

Gale even had a feeling that if Gordan kept drinking, he might end up sleeping on the toilet tonight.

He would rather not bother arguing with a drunk man.

"Pfft, what a load of crap. Jilted? Me?" The mere mention of being jilted was like unlocking Pandora's box of emotions for Gordan.