Stanley Batton raised his arm, lifted his cup and invited him for a clink.

Fred Thomson immediately took his cup and clinked it with his. “Me too.”

Then, he naturally drank a sip of water.

Stanley casually glanced at his Adam’s apple that was moving up and down. Then, he brought the cup to his lips and pretended to drink water.

Fred saw that and smiled with satisfaction.

He only needed a sip of this water, there was no need for too much of it.

Stanley slowly moved the cup away from his