Chapter 1291 I&##x27;m Embarrassed

"Mr. Carl ..." Mr. Melvin felt dizzy and shook his head.

Carl directly interrupted him and said to the waiter, "Why are you standing there? Fill the cup for Mr.
Melvin. It's my honor to drink with Mr. Melvin."

Mr. Melvin couldn't refuse him, so he could only continue to drink.

Others around the table finally sensed that Carl was really unhappy and wanted to get Mr. Melvin
drunk.

Carl was a big shot, and no one dared to offend him.

Mr. Melvin forced Jessica to drink because Jessica was really beautiful. In addition, Carl didn't show
any objection at the beginning, so he didn't take Jessica seriously and took her as an ordinary actress.

He didn't expect Carl would be enraged.

Mr. Melvin had to bear the consequence now.

However, Mr. Melvin's subordinate couldn't help but say, "Mr. Melvin has stomach problems. He really
can't drink anymore."

"Who are you? Even Mr. Melvin didn't say anything. What makes you think you get a say here?" Carl
glanced contemptuously at that person and smiled at Mr. Melvin, "Go on, please."

Mr. Melvin drank another cup and suddenly coughed violently.

"There's blood! Call an ambulance!"

Jessica sat close to Mr. Melvin, and she saw the blood, too. Everyone was shocked.



"It's just gastric bleeding. He won't die." Carl swayed the wine glass in his hand and said coldly.

Jessica frowned and looked up at Carl.

Apart from Leonardo, Carl had never looked up to anyone. And there weren't many people he would
bother to pay attention to. However, he barely showed it, so few people knew that.

This was the first time Jessica had seen him so ruthless. It seemed he just wanted Mr. Melvin to drink
to death just now.

After the chaos in the private room, all the people coming with Mr. Melvin had left. Only Jessica, Carl,
and Molly were left.

Carl was still sitting in his seat, as if he didn't care about it at all, and he even had the mood to finish his
meal.

Feeling Jessica's gaze, he glanced at her and said, "If you don't eat, then get out."

Then Carl heard the sound of the chair being moved on the ground.

He lowered his head and smiled self-deprecatingly. She really left.

Carl didn't raise his head until he heard the door closed.

He stared straight at the closed door for a moment before suddenly throwing the chopsticks out angrily
and leaning back in his chair.

Didn't she see how much he had drunk? And she left just like that.

At least he was still her boss now! Who would dare to do this to their boss?



He had never seen such an arrogant employee!

The more Carl thought about it, the angrier he became. He kicked the table, but he accidently fell off
the chair. He tried to get up, but his head was too dizzy and he was too weak to get up.

Anyway, there was no one left, so he just lay on the ground.

After a while, Carl heard the sound of the door open in a daze.

He thought it was the waiter and shouted, "Get out. Leave me alone."

But the waiter did not go out and walked over to him.

"I said get out!" Carl was too weak to get up, and he was not in a good mood, so he sounded even
fiercer.

"Carl, do you think you're still a child? You're a grown man, and you actually get drunk and lie on the
ground? Don't you feel ashamed? As your worker, I feel embarrassed for you."


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