Chapter 263

Everett’s POV: A familiar voice called out beside me. I furrowed my brow, trying to open my eyes, but my eyelids felt unbearably heavy. “President?” My shoulders were shaken several times. I gasped for air and snapped my eyes open. Before me was Davis’s face—magnified, tense with worry. I frowned, my thoughts still hazy. “What happened to me?” Seeing me awake, Davis let out a sigh of relief, though his tone remained concerned. “You came back from the dinner and went straight to sleep. Since you never drink, I went to get you some hangover pills. But when I tried to wake you, you wouldn’t move at all. I thought something had happened!” My body was naturally sensitive to alcohol, so I never drank during social engagements. Today, however, I had unexpectedly had two glasses of red wine… an unprecedented amount… and Davis hadn’t been able to stop me. Given my current standing, who would dare to say a word if I refused a drink? I scanned my surroundings and abruptly sat up in bed. This was