Chapter 734: Wrong Call
He held the microphone in his hand, singing poorly-tuned, tacky songs.
Each man paired with a woman, embracing and drinking in the intoxication of wealth and pleasure.
George River lay sprawling on the sofa, his black hair disheveled, holding a glass of wine in his hand. He took occasional sips, everything before him clouded as if shrouded in a layer of fog.
But even so, it was impossible to conceal his good looks, not to mention he was the President of the River Clan, an object of envy and desire.
A good number of women could hardly suppress their restless hearts, although those who had brazenly approached him earlier were kicked away without even the chance to get close before being dragged out.
No one dared to act rashly anymore.
However, a newcomer, unaware of what had transpired previously, drew close, relying on her youth and pretty face.
She purposefully made her voice sweet and approached the man, "Mr. River, will you have a drink with me?"