Reply With the Body

34. Drunken

As expected of the famous Thai Thi group in the north, the place chosen to throw a party was not a trivial thing. A large and luxurious resort is no less than the place Wille Hill gave Freya Tatau. The four sides were decorated with crystals of various shapes and colors, each crystal chain becoming more colorful while bathing in the morning sun.

Geral Thai seemed to anticipate the arrival time of Wille Hill, so he went to the gate, fixed his clothes, and waited earnestly. Needless to say, it is enough to understand, how Wille Hill is positioned in this place that makes Geral have to welcome in person.

The eyes of the large crowd present at the resort venue, were mainly focused on the Limousine that had just stopped in front of the entrance. Faced with a lot of attention, Wille Hill not only did not flinch, on the contrary, it was very comfortable.

He calmly pushed the car door out, then turned to the side to open the door for Freya Tatau. The moment the little girl with an extremely noble aura appeared was the moment the atmosphere exploded, as if someone had just inserted a needle into an inflated balloon, causing it to explode.

There were whispers from all over, everyone was shocked to see the presence of a girl next to Wille Hill. This expression clearly proved one thing, everyone present knew the true identity of Willle Hill.

"Boss, welcome here." Geral Thai respectfully lowered his head.

Hearing the way she called Wille Hill, Freya Tatau felt somewhat familiar, she thought: "Ali also called Wille Hill "the boss". Is there any other meaning?

"Is this.." Geral Thai turned his gaze to Freya Tatay, who was still engrossed in thought, leaving him a little surprised.

"I'm..." There was a glint of confusion on her gentle face. But before Freya Tatau could say the second word, Wille Hill interrupted: "That's the girl I told you about, watch your attitude."

Wille Hill looked annoyed at making her girl uncomfortable, her eyes turned cold, making Geral Thai's body tremble slightly in fear. She immediately drew her gaze fixed on Freya Tatau, her voice slightly timid: "Please ... I'm sorry, boss."

“It's okay, today is your happy day, don't be too formal.” Wille Hill patted Geral's shoulder a few times, his expression also slightly relaxed, not stiff as before.

Throughout the party, many prestigious women turned their gaze to Willle Hill with an envious expression. Freya Tatau also could not avoid it, the dashing boy also looked at her with hungry wolf eyes. The two of them were now truly the center of this party of over a hundred people.

Perhaps because of Wille Hill's special status, the number of people who came to him to invite a drink was not small. And the girl who followed him next to him also inevitably had to drink a little for him. But the influence of alcohol on Freya Tatau's body was bad enough, drinking only two glasses, she was a bit unsteady.

“I'll take you home.” Luc An Nghiem quickly helped Ha Tieu Ny, he did not hesitate to take him directly to the car. He did not want him to stay here any longer because the drinkers still occupied more than half of the hall.

"Boss, do you have to go back?" Thai Nhat Trung hurriedly chased after him, his face showing regret.

"He's drunk, I gotta take him home." Luc An Nghiem directed his warm eyes towards the little girl who was leaning lightly on his chest, his arms wrapped around his entire shoulder which was swaying at every breath.

"Boss ..." Thai Nhat Trung was about to say something but hesitated.

"What's wrong?"

"He's... He's back home."

Upon hearing the words of Thai Nhat Trung, Luc An Nghiem's face darkened. He did not reply, but simply said "yes" lightly then got in the car and left.

All the way back to the resort, Luc An Nghiem kept thinking. Although Ha Tieu Ny's mind was a bit fuzzy, he was also aware that this man had something unusual.

He touched Luc An Nghiem's cheek and spoke softly to attract his attention: "President Luc.

Luc An Nghiem was a little surprised, but in less than two seconds he regained his composure. Her hand pressed her small hand, her voice very warm: "What's up, baby?"