Chapter 1121 Let the Past Be the Past_1

Lokovsky shook his head, recalling how Eloise Torres looked thirty years ago, his eyes filled with an unusual tenderness, "Back then, she was outstanding, the kind of girl everyone liked."

"But later..."

"What happened later?" William Cole pressed eagerly.

The events of the day were too extraordinary. With so many people gathered here, William was certain this couldn't be a coincidence.

Lokovsky quickly shut his mouth, changing the subject, "It's in the past, there's nothing more to say."

"I'm a bit drunk, I'll go downstairs to rest, you all continue eating."

"Fury, this is your son-in-law, please keep him company for me."

"I'm going to rest now, there will be a banquet at noon tomorrow, we'll catch up then."

Lokovsky stood up, putting down his glass, and, holding his head, he quickly left.

He strode with vigor, walking very steadily, not at all like someone who was drunk.

William could tell at a glance that the old Russian was faking drunkenness.