"Adams, since you're so desperate to drink, am I qualified enough to drink with you?" Eason Chalmers had always been carefree, but right now he was pissed.
The anger in his eyes wasn't hidden at all; those bright eyes stared straight at Adams, clearly telling him: this young master is very unhappy, and tonight you're going to drink until I'm satisfied!
"Mr. Chalmers…" Staring at Eason's obviously angry, dark expression, Adams was stunned for a moment, and cautiously said, "Is there some kind of misunderstanding?"
He thought back, and couldn't recall where he'd offended this young master.
He'd never heard that the Chalmers Family's Crown Prince was this moody. Why had he suddenly turned on him?
Adams was still confused when, in the next second, he saw Eason's movement and panicked.
He watched Eason press the back of his hand to Alice Yates's cheek and ask, "Alice Yates, how much did you drink? Why is your face this red?"
