Chapter 482

In an instant, Daniel Marshall and Jordan Bennett locked eyes.

Daniel Marshall’s finely-chiseled face remained a placid mask, revealing nothing of his inner thoughts.

With a wintry gleam in his hawk-eyed brilliance, Daniel casually glanced at Adam Howard.

Simon Howard placed a slice of cooked fish into Adam’s bowl, glaring at him as he said, “This is red grouper, that is mouse grouper, eat more of it! If you keep dilly-dallying, everything will be eaten up by us, then don’t complain about having nothing to eat.”

Under the table, Martin Wallace also kicked Adam.

Isn’t it obvious? The two leaders’ poor mood is the reason they are drinking. Adam’s loose-lipped remarks only adds injury. He’s really clueless!

While sipping his red wine, Martin made a glance at Adam, signaling him to restrain himself.

Frustrating the two leaders when they are in a bad mood is asking for trouble!

Before Martin’s worries could dissipate, Jordan motioned him to pour wine for Adam. Immediately afterwards, Jordan proposed a toast to Adam.

Adam had just finished a glass of red wine, and now it was time for Daniel to propose a toast.

Adam’s face fell, and he had no choice but to steel himself and down another glass of red wine.

“I’m drunk; I want to enjoy the fish, everyone else do as they please,” Adam massaged his forehead, his face turning rigid.

Daniel, his voice low and cool, opened his mouth and said, “I thought you preferred grass and wouldn’t appreciate these fish slices.”

Adam shook his head, “No, no, no, I love fish. It’s been a long time since I’ve had mouse grouper and red grouper. Thanks to you, I can feast on them.”

Martin intervened, “Look, this is your favourite lobster sashimi, eat it while it’s fresh!”

Adam picked up a piece of lobster sashimi, dipped it in seasoning, and ate. Raising his thumb in approval, he said, “The taste is excellent, sweet and refreshing! From this moment forward, I’m going to keep quiet and enjoy the food.”

Daniel also ate a piece of lobster sashimi, not forgetting to cast a chilly glance at Adam.

Jordan Bennett poured wine and shared a drink with Daniel.

A cunning glint flickered in Martin’s eyes as he glanced back and forth between Daniel and Jordan, keeping quiet despite knowing their tension.

The dinner was in no way inferior to a meal of dried abalone, he should enjoy while he could and accompany the two leaders for some drinks.

However, Martin could see the seriousness of the situation. Whatever the leaders were avoiding must be a difficult problem to handle.

Daniel Marshall had just recovered from an illness. Seeing Daniel drink so much, Simon Howard frowned.

Though wanting to dissuade Daniel, Simon didn’t dare to voice it out. He was well aware of Daniel’s recent irritable mood, perhaps he needed to vent his repressed emotions.

Martin’s sharp gaze fell on Daniel. “Daniel, don’t swallow too much. It’s not like Jordan invited us over to wipe out his wine. We worry that Jordan won’t invite us to dine next time,” he said.

Jordan, who had also consumed a significant amount of wine, seized the opportunity to joke, “Exactly. Don’t drink too much. I only brought a few bottles of good wine for a taste. Save some for them.”

Daniel shot Jordan a sharp glance, “Stingy! Next time, I’ll play the host. I guarantee you’ll get enough to drink and good food to eat!”

Jordan replied, maintaining his serious tone, “I’ll keep that in mind. Next time, I intend to treat you to a lavish meal, without showing mercy.”

Suddenly, Adam interjected, “Let’s eat abalone! I’ve been craving for it!”

Jordan agreed, “Yes, let’s have abalone!”

Daniel rather disdainfully replied, “Fine, it’s not like I can’t afford it.”

Unable to help himself, Jordan sighed, “Or, we could go soak in a hot spring, followed by some massage therapy.”

Daniel quirked an eyebrow and squinted at Jordan, “Are you inviting your girlfriend to the hot spring as well?”