Chapter 760: 760: No one can touch me

When Cindy came out, she saw a waiter helping a man stand in a neat line, very orderly.

“Where’s my wife?” Benjamin Smith was causing a commotion, asking continuously, trying to walk away, “I want to find my wife.”

The waiter carefully held onto him: “Soon, Mrs. Smith will be out momentarily.”

Christopher Smith was the chatty type, turning his head to talk to the waiter helping him: “Do you know who my wife is?”

Waiter: “Yes, I know.”

“My wife’s name is Cherry Swift, an architect. She is terrific.” Christopher Smith added.

Waiter: “I know.”

Nathan Spencer was especially silent, his face looking even more paralyzed than usual.

At least not talking saved the waiter some trouble.

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Zachary Hamilton clung to the waiter’s arm, almost in tears: “Mia, please come out quickly, I feel scared without you.”

Waiter: “…”

What is Third Young Master Hamilton afraid of?

Soon, Zachary Hamilton gave the waiter an answer.

He clung to the waiter’s arm, mysteriously saying: “Let me tell you, there might be spirits or souls around us that you can’t see, trying to strangle you!”

Waiter: “…”

“Really, don’t disbelieve. For example, when you normally ride an elevator, even though it’s closed, suddenly you feel a breeze on your neck, that means there’s a spirit around, whether it’s a good one or an angry one.”

“And like when your shoulders suddenly ache, it might not be because of working too long and being tired, it could be due to spirits pressing down on you.” Zachary Hamilton’s voice grew lower, “Right now, do you feel any cold wind blowing?”

Waiter: “…”

Mom, who can take Third Young Master Hamilton away?

He’s scared!

Zander Hamilton was drunk but somehow, people couldn’t tell.

He still stood upright, his momentum still daunting.

The waiter who stood by his side felt his calf muscles cramping.

The waiter wanted to help Zander Hamilton since he was helping everyone else, and not helping him felt negligent.

“Don’t touch me,” Zander Hamilton shot a glance at the waiter.

The waiter immediately withdrew his hand, so scared!

“Do you need help?” the waiter asked, still worried.

“Only Mia can touch me!” Zander Hamilton insisted righteously.

Waiter: “…”

I was just trying to help, I didn’t intend to do anything!

Plus, I’m a man!

The waiters all found out that the drunk men of The Big Eight families were all oddities!

Cindy and the others came out as well.

The men were too drunk to say goodbye properly.

So the women said their farewells one by one, then took their men and left.

“Cindy.” Seeing Cindy, Adrian Zhekova was extremely happy, as if he had found a family member.

“I’m here,” Cindy replied quickly, “let’s go.”

Adrian Zhekova nodded obediently and followed Cindy.

On the other side, the waiter was still helping him.

At the entrance of Shengyue, the car had been waiting for them, allowing them to get in directly when they reached the door, without walking any further.

The waiter helped Adrian Zhekova sit in the front passenger seat and closed the door.

Cindy sat in the driver’s seat.

Adrian Zhekova sat there motionless, not even putting on his seatbelt.

“Adrian?” Cindy called.

“I’m here,” he obediently answered.

“Can you put on your seatbelt by yourself?” Cindy asked.

Adrian reached for the seatbelt.

After one try, he didn’t catch it.

He tried again, still not catching it.

He tried once more, finally catching it.

But after pulling it halfway, his hand loosened and the seatbelt retracted.

Cindy: “…”

“Let me,” she said, pulling the seatbelt over for him and fastening it.

Once done, Adrian grabbed her arm.

“What’s wrong?” Cindy asked.

Adrian was so well-behaved when drunk that she didn’t believe he could do anything wrong.

“Kiss me?” Adrian requested.

Cindy: “…”

He looked like a three-year-old child begging for a kiss.

“Do you always act like this when you get drunk?” Cindy couldn’t help worrying, wondering if he would ask just anyone for a kiss when he was drunk.

“Hmm?” Adrian looked confused.

Seeing that communication seemed fine even though he was drunk,

Cindy asked him: “When you’re usually drunk, do you ask people to kiss you?”

“I only ask my wife to kiss me,” Adrian immediately replied.

“Where’s your wife?” Cindy was afraid that when Adrian was drunk, he could mistake anyone for her.

“You’re really silly, isn’t that you?” Adrian laughed.

Cindy: “…”

Alright, she was being silly.

So, Cindy pecked him on the lips: “There you go, your reward for not getting the wrong person. Even if you get drunk in the future, you can’t confuse people.”

“I won’t get too drunk,” Adrian immediately said.

“What about now?” Cindy asked, “Are you too drunk?”

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