âAre you in a good mood?â Waylon asked coldly. âAfter seeing your brother like that, can you still be cheerful?â
âI definitely canât.â Lily lowered her head. Daniel was her brother, and he was injured, undergoing surgery. How could she be cheerful in such a situation?
âMy bad mood is due to my brother. Is yours due to Doris?â Lily asked directly.
âYes.â Waylon didnât hide it. âItâs normal for anyone not to be happy when encountering something like this late at night.â
Lily fell silent. Waylon had a point, but she couldnât help feeling that his unhappiness was because of Doris.
That said, she couldnât force him to admit it if he didnât want to, could she?
Lily was getting frustrated. She picked up her glass and downed it in one gulp.
Cough, cough, cough! She choked as the strong liquor went down her throat.
Waylon frowned and pushed a glass of water toward her.
âMr. Adelmar.â Lily, with a hint of alcohol in her system, squinted and said, âDeep down, you care about me, donât you?â
âDonât overthink it,â Waylon replied. âWeâre all friends, thatâs all.â
Waylonâs words left Lily feeling even more miserable. She poured herself another glass of liquor and drank it down, gulp by gulp.
Originally, Lily had hoped to get Waylon to drink more, but now, Waylon seemed fine while she had gotten herself drunk.
With the help of alcohol, she hoped to have a âproper talkâ with Waylon, telling him how much she loved. and wanted to be with him. However, just as she stood up, her legs turned to jelly, and she couldnât get up at all. Instead, she slumped over the table, completely out of sorts.
Waylon paid no attention to her. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and leisurely blew out a puff of smoke.
Meanwhile, Lily fixed her gaze on him from across the table. The more she looked, the more she found the man in front of her incredibly handsome.
âMr. Adelmar,â she slurred. âYou are the most handsome man Iâve ever seen, and I really like you!â
Waylon raised his eyes slightly through the thin smoke and calmly said, âMs. Thomas, youâve had too much to drink.â
I havenât had too muchâ Lily smiled. âIâve had just enough. Iâm very much sober while also having the courage to talk to you.â
âWell, I donât have time to listen to your idle chatter.â Waylon crushed the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray and picked up the phone on the table to make a call, which was answered in two shakes. âThat Raymond Zaneveldâs father, no matter what office he holds, if he condones his sonâs illegal activities, itâs better to make him step down early, vacate the position for someone more suitable,â he said âUnderstood, Mr. Adelmar,â the person on the other end replied. âDo you have any other orders?â
âConduct a thorough investigation of all Struyria officials. Anyone who commits wrongdoings and harms the people, kick them all out! The country provides them with funds and resources to serve the people and contribute to social stability, not to let them abuse their positions and act with impunity. Just thinking about it makes me angry!â
âOf course, Mr. Adelmar,â the person on the other end said. âAs the Secretary-General, I will report these matters to higher authorities and follow your instructions. Weâll investigate where necessary, take action, and clean up the state of affairs.â
âGood, thatâs the best.â Waylon nodded and ended the call.
Lily, who had been listening on the side, suddenly broke into a cold sweat, and most of her alcohol-
induced haze cleared.
âMr. Adelmar, whom did you call?â Lily asked. âBy doing this, arenât you essentially causing a major earthquake in Struyria?â
âIf it needs to quake, then it shall quake,â Waylon replied. âI just made a call to the secretary-general of my fatherâs good friend.â
âYour fatherâs good friend?â Lily widened her eyes. âWho is he?â
âFigure it out for yourself,â Waylon said. âWhoever holds the power is the one!â
Whoever holds the power is the one? Lily shivered, completely sober now. Could it be that Mr.
Adelmarâs fatherâs good friend isâ¦
âAh!â Lily sat up straight in her chair. âMr. Adelmar, if you continue with this investigation, will my father, be in trouble?â
âIt depends on what heâs been up to all these years,â Waylon scoffed. âIf heâs been up to no good, no one can save him!â
âMr. Adelmar,â Lily implored. âPlease donât! My father has worked hard to reach his current position.
Donât, let him fall from grace!â
âLet him fend for himself,â Waylon said, taking a sip of his drink. âThose who sow the wind shall reap the whirlwind. The wheels of justice grind slow, but they grind exceedingly fine!â