She could feel his breath brushing against her cheeks, and it smelt like alcohol. She believed that he was drunk, otherwise, he would not have wrapped his arms around her in front of all his employees.

"You shouldn't drink so much if you can't handle it." Avery tried to get up from his lap, but he tightened his arms around her waist and refused to let go.

"Avery, let's drink." He picked up the bottle and poured alcohol into the glasses. "Were you drunk last night because James was arrested?"

His arms loosened slightly, and she immediately got up from his lap. She turned to look in Wesley's direction, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Elliot! Where is Wesley?" She stared at Elliot's flushed face and felt that he was getting more and more sly. His subordinates must have taken Wesley away when Elliot was holding her.

"Given how drunk he got, of course, they escorted him to a place so he might rest," Elliot drawled and handed her a glass. "Don't worry, I won't do anything bad to Mr