“Use my car and get your butt off here. Mom and Oriana are waiting for you.” Olive chuckled and tossed her keys to Leon, tapping his shoulders, and jogged to catch up with Ashriel, who is now outside the meeting room.

Leon hurriedly went to the parking area and drove back to the restaurant. As the servants opened the door, her mother’s smiley face and a sleeping Oriana greeted him.

Her body was covered with a blanket, and her face rested on the table while his mother calmly took a sip from her wine glass.

“She just drank one glass. I didn’t know her tolerance was that weak.” She laughed...