Chapter 84: Networking at the Imperial Club
He came over and grabbed my hand. His face was red, reeking of alcohol, clearly having had quite a few drinks.
George handed the microphone to a woman next to him and said, "Come. Let me introduce them to you."
"This is Mr. Williams from Sevan Distillery, my good friend!"
My heart skipped a beat. The middle-aged man who was surrounded by women and had a woman sitting on his lap was Charles Williams?
At that moment, one of his hands slipped into the woman's clothes and the other into her skirt.
And the woman sitting on his lap seemed to be enduring something.
Seeing her wide skirt, I instantly understood.
'Damn! Charles was so skilled.' I had heard before that the lives of the wealthy are very chaotic, but this was beyond chaos.
"Charles, this is the William I told you about."
George didn't care at all about what Charles was doing at the moment.
