Love At The Right Price

Chapter 22

Tamara was full of anger as she glared at him. “Don’t you like to drink? Come and drink with me!”

Frank smiled and said meaningfully, “What’s the point of drinking by myself? I’ll drink with you, Miss Randall.”

Harold, as shrewd as he was, immediately understood that they were going to drink until they dropped..

mind was filled with inappropriate scenes. And quickly, he eased into the role of a waiter and placed down a few rows of glass cups before pouring alcohol into them. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

The other two who were watching from the sidelines were stunned speechless. Who on earth is this woman that she got President Holt to drink with her, and Harold to serve her?

As expected, they’re partners in crime. Tamara cast an elegant glance across them and crossed out Harold inwardly before picking up a glass of alcohol and downing it in one shot.

Frank raised his thick eyebrows and followed her example, emptying his glass in one go as well.

Just like that, the two began taking shots in turns, and only Harold persisted in acting as a waiter to pour them alcohol.

Frank had built a high tolerance to alcohol in drinking battles and hadn’t been seen drunk in many years.

Tamara’s alcohol tolerance was just as high, but compared to Frank, she was slightly off the mark. In the end, Tamara’s cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were getting brighter and prettier, but Frank knew that she was drunk.

She was too prideful to show such a vulnerable expression.

Soon after, Tamara slapped Frank’s arm and pinched him. “Frank Holt, how do you have the cheek to face me? I kept you and gave you money to spend, and I even birthed you a son. Even during nighttime, I’m still working hard to make money to support my family. Meanwhile, you’re out here fooling around, surrounding yourself with beautiful chicks!”

Saying that, Tamara felt extremely aggrieved.

She’s working? Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a strange woman waiting nervously in the distance. Frank touched Tamara’s smooth cheek with his big palm and cajoled, “It’s my fault.”

Upon meeting eyes with a bigshot, Lucy was scared out of her wits. “President Holt… um, President Randall… She’s.”

Immediately, Harold leaned over and took her aside, reprimanding her, “How can you be so ignorant? Why are you being a third wheel and interrupting their time as husband and wife? Leave now.”

Lucy then left in a daze. Wait a second. Husband and wife?! she thought in disbelief.

When Tamara heard Frank’s apology, her spirits immediately lifted. Suddenly, she bounced up again and picked up a glass of alcohol to give the people next to her a toast. “From now on, Frank will turn over a new leaf! As his friends, you have to help me out and keep a close eye on him!”

Harold kept holding back a laugh and immediately answered, “Well said! Come, Mrs. Holt, let me give you a toast too!”

Saying that, Harold affectionately took a shot in one go. Tamara blinked blearily, thinking that he was quite good at holding his alcohol. Not wanting to lose, she took another shot as well.

The surrounding people exchanged confused glances. Harold was closest to Frank. Now that he had taken a shot, didn’t that mean that they had to follow his example?

Hence, all of them took a shot in turn. Frank took a drag out of his cigarette and did not speak, but he did not stop them either. His dark eyes were calm and grounded, and even seemed to hold a hint of a smile under the flashing lights.

After Tamara downed her last sip, her legs gave out on her. Seeing that she was quite drunk, Frank glanced at her deeply before getting up and stretching out his arms to catch her limp body. Caressing her face with his large hand, he said, “All right, it’s time for us to go home. Our son is still waiting for us at home.”

Thinking of Tim, Tamara sobered up a little. Oh, that’s right. Timmy’s still at home!

Tamara hooked her arms around his neck and said hazily, “Then hurry up and take me home!”

Frank ignored the astonished glances of the others and picked her up in his arms, leaving a warning that no one was allowed to reveal what happened today before he left.

Fabian had always been nosy, and now he was so curious as he watched their retreating backs that he was about to go insane. After all, Frank was in the palm of a woman’s hand. This was big news. How could he not be excited? Besides, this chick’s aura screams of the lady of the house.

“Who the hell is this chick? How can she control Young Master Frank like that? Hurry up and tell me who she is!”

“His son’s mother,” was what Harold said.

“When did Young Master Frank have a son?” Fabian blinked suspiciously. Why didn’t I hear anything about Frank being married and having had a child?

Harold put his index finger against his thin lips and said mysteriously, “That’s a secret.”