Chapter 26

HUDSON'S POV

I can feel that I am starting to get drunk. My vision was spinning, so I closed my eyes to avoid dizziness and leaned my head against the back of the sofa I was sitting on. But even though I was already drunk, I still reached for the glass that had rum in it. "Rum" comes from a shortened version of the slang words "rumbullion" or "rumbustion. I knew liquor like my father did. The Rixco Wine Enterprise was centered in the liquor business, such as rum.

"Damn all the women in the world!" Clark suddenly shouted, making my eyes open.

I looked at Clark, who was drowning himself in his favorite Martini wine. Clark looked like shit. He was a freaking mess. His hair is messy, and he won't be surprised if the iron chases him because his polo shirt is so tangled.

"Shut up, moron," Wilson said in a strong voice, glaring at Clark. "I don't want to be famous tonight, so don't shout. People are looking at us. I don't intend to have fans. And anyway, you owe me. I'll take you to your pen