บท 327: On fire

Aarvi who was sitting right behind President Dawson grabbed whiskey glass and moved towards lips when she heard multiple hurried voices.

[Boss, no drinking.]

[Ms. Evans, you aren't allowed to drink.]

[Ms. Evans, I will serve you a mocktail if you're thirsty.]

Aarvi's lips twitched uncontrollably but didn't respond. She smelled to confirm it was raw without a mix of water. Her voice was low while saying, "I want to fire his hand."

There was pin-drop silence before the girl coughed to control her laughter.

[I have the lighter.] A shadow team member uttered, added with it, one could easily feel he was walking fast between the crowd.

Meanwhile, Aarvi crossed her legs and looked at the man in front of her who had his eyes fixed on her. Her eyes brushed on the other two men who were frozen after witnessing her whole act.