Chapter 601

The thought of accidentally provoking him into doing something drastic made his movements more brisk as he uncorked the wine bottle. After pouring a glass and handing it to Moe, he declared, "Let's make a pact: neither of us leaves until we're drunk. You have to get hammered too."

"Alright." Moe did not refuse.

In recent times, a lot had occurred, stirring up uncertain feelings within him. As they leisurely ate and drank, they chatted about inconsequential matters.

After several rounds of drinking, a sense of inebriation began to wash over both of them. Ordinarily, Moe would never allow himself to become drunk, but tonight he yearned for it. There were certain things he could only articulate under alcohol's influence.

Yoel, now quite tipsy, clutched at Moe and asked, "Moe, is your company hiring?"

"Yes. However, we are not looking for any more special assistants." Drunk, Moe spoke even less, his usually stern face softened with a touch of charm.

"What am I supposed to do t