It was late, and most of the men drinking in the private room were drunk. The only sober one was the one with ulterior motives, plotting something.
Holding her bag, Olivia Wynne didn't leave immediately. Instead, she glanced over in Isaac Archer's direction.
Isaac Archer ignored the people around him and crossed to Olivia Wynne's side in just a few steps.
"Ms. Wynne, are you dizzy?"
Olivia Wynne stared at Isaac Archer for a while. Seeing the nervous sweat on his forehead, she finally nodded. "Dizzy."
"In that case, Ms. Wynne, I'll take you home." Without waiting for a reply, Isaac Archer took hold of Olivia to steady her.
She was used to Zachary Fairchild's clean, fresh scent. In contrast, Isaac Archer reeked of cologne mixed with alcohol, a combination that made her want to throw up.
Suppressing her nausea, Olivia Wynne leaned away, trying to put some distance between herself and Isaac Archer.
With her eyes narrowed to slits, Olivia Wynne's steps seemed unsteady.
