Ambush of the Quadruplets
Chapter 1034

"Puh!" Doris let out a heavy sigh, stepping into the elevator.

She needed to quickly change her mood and state of mind because she would have to step in for Jennie later. What could she do in such a flustered state?

Exiting Emperor's building and entering Supreme's, Doris searched for room 117, perspiring all the while.

The door to the private room was closed, so Doris knocked twice.

A female voice came from inside, saying, "Come in."

Doris recognized it as Jennie's voice, tinged with a hint of intoxication.

Hastily, Doris pushed the door open and said, "Sis, I'm sorry for being late."

"No worries. We're in the middle of things here. Come over," Jennie beckoned Doris from the main seat.

Doris noticed that Jennie was indeed slightly drunk.

Elbows rested on the table, hands supporting her head, as if afraid of leaning to one side.

Doris furrowed her brow and moved closer to Jennie's side.

"Mr. Willis, Mr. Greenberg, let me introduce you," Jennie slurred, "This is my sister, Doris, filling in for me with the drinks."

"Now that there are no outsiders, let's drop the formalities," Mr. Willis and Mr. Greenberg squinted their eyes and raised their glasses. "Shall we have a toast to our meeting?" Doris hadn't even settled properly, and the glasses were already being raised.

She had no choice but to pick up the drink Jennie had poured for her, stand up, and take a big gulp.

"How can you only drink half of it?" Mr. Willis expressed his dissatisfaction. "Your sister's orders have been signed by me. As her sister, isn't a full glass of respect in order?" "That's right," Mr. Greenberg chimed in, "What's the point of half a glass? How will you drink the rest of the evening?"

Doris held up her glass, feeling a bit uneasy.

She could handle a little alcohol, but she didn't enjoy drinking too much.

For her, the taste of alcohol was unpleasant, a real torment!

"My sister can't handle much alcohol," Jennie said. "Gentlemen, please go easy on her."

"She can't handle much? Who would believe that?" Mr. Willis said. "If she can't handle it, why did you bring her here to help you with the drinks?"

"Well, my husband isn't at home, so what else can I do?" Jennie replied. "If he were here, I wouldn't need anyone else, right? I had no choice but to call my sister. You two should be enough. We're building a long-term business relationship, not just about the drinks."

Although Jennie said so, Mr. Willis and Mr. Greenberg remained persistent.

After all, they had just signed substantial orders from Jennie's husband's company today.

After a few more rounds, the two sisters were both dizzy.

Mr. Willis and Mr. Greenberg weren't faring much better either.

As the evening of drinking came to an end, the assistants of Mr. Willis and Mr. Greenberg helped them walk away.

Doris also supported Jennie downstairs.

Doris was much less intoxicated than Jennie and had no trouble walking.

Jennie, on the other hand, had gone all out for her own company and was so drunk that she could barely walk steadily.

With one arm draped over Doris' shoulder, her entire body supported by Doris, Jennie managed to avoid falling.

As they exited the Supreme building, a group of people emerged from the Emperor's building across the way.

Doris, supporting Jennie, couldn't lift her head and naturally couldn't see Waylon looking at her with a furrowed brow.

He had just finished socializing with several officials from the Imperial Palace and was about to leave when he saw the disheveled sisters. Waylon frowned and immediately thought of leaving.

As long as he got close to these sisters, trouble was sure to follow.

But before he could turn around, he heard Doris exclaim, "Ouch!"

Waylon turned his head again.

He heard Doris complain, "Sis, are you trying to kill me by demanding money like this? Drinking so much, you almost stepped on me!"

"What else could I do?" Jennie said. "My husband's family always says I do nothing and only spend money on beauty treatments and buying things. Today, he isn't here, and important clients showed up. I had to impress them. Didn't that make that family look at me with new eyes? Ugh!"

After Jennie finished speaking, she bent down and vomited beside the flowerbed.

Waylon was taken aback by the scene and quickly turned his head, heading towards the parking lot.

The two officials who came with him bid him farewell politely and were picked up by their driver.

Just as Waylon was about to get into his car, he turned his head and saw the two sisters also getting into a private vehicle.

It seemed to be Jennie's car.

But both sisters were unable to drive due to their alcohol consumption, so they called a hotel's car service.

"Kenny, Bowie," Waylon frowned and said, "You two go back to the Imperial Palace first. I have something to take care of."