Seeing how distant she was, Byron’s face sank slightly.

"Since President Lawrence is not done with his work, I shan’t bother you. I'll simply drink something, don’t need to mind me."

Rosalie nodded to him before turning around and heading to the bar.

As expected of the presidential suite, there were quite a few expensive alcohols at the bar. The several bottles of red wine were also some years old.

Rosalie did not know much about alcohol either; she only knew that red wine helps with sleep.