Chapter 183

To be honest, that little bit of alcohol wasn't nearly enough to knock her out—no way she'd get drunk from just that. While Elaine wasn't paying attention, Milton sneakily kept mixing her drinks again. He handed her another cocktail spiked with stronger liquor, confident that she wouldn't notice the difference. That previous glass already had enough kick to floor her, but just in case, Milton decided to double down. "Have some juice, might help a bit," Milton said, sliding the glass her way again. Elaine took a sip, completely buying his act, but then her expression changed. "This isn't juice." "It's a fruit cocktail. Thought plain juice might taste too bland," Milton said casually, acting all innocent. But Elaine wasn't stupid—she picked up on the taste. She jabbed a finger at him and snapped, "Milton, didn't I tell you I can't handle mixed drinks?" Milton blinked. "Seriously? You caught that?" "Sorry, slipped my mind," he quickly apologized without trying to weasel out of it. "No won