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Yet right before everyone, Norah had swiftly drained a full glass!
Norah clasped her head and eased into her seat. “This liquor packs quite a punch.”
Hank, upon hearing her, couldn't resist a smirk. “It hails from my personal collection, Norah. Don’t faultfor
failing to warn you. It possesses quite the kick. You've imbibed now; later, you may find yourself struggling to
maintain your balance.”
Norah glanced upward, her complexion tinged with a rosy hue, her gaze veiled with a misty haze. “Attending a
family member's birthday celebration fillswith joy. A few glasses of liquor pose no harm, especially within the
confines of the manor, where | am surrounded by those who holddear.”
With alcohol tinting her lips a deep crimson, Norah seemed on the verge of inebriation, a fact not lost on Iker.
“Uncle Iker!” Norah took it upon herself to pour a generous glass of liquor, raising it in a toast to Iker.
“Throughout the years of my absence, I've been truly grateful for your unwavering support. Without it, Gilda and
Chayce wouldn't have managed my father’s property so adeptly.”
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Acknowledging her gratitude, though undeserved, Iker couldn't help but feel a swell of pride. “You're all kin here.
We must lend a hand when needed. The family ought to look after each other. Outsiders often have ulterior
motives.”
“Your assistance has been invaluable. Please, do joinin this drink, Uncle Iker.”
Before anyone else could react, Norah swiftly consumed the contents of her glass, her movements betraying a
slight unsteadiness.
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“Why aren’t you drinking, Uncle Iker? Am | not worth your company?”
Iker hesitated, grappling with conflicting emotions. If he indulged in this glass, he’d surely find himself
succumbing to a midday nap.
Feeling the warmth of his niece's fervent gaze, Iker clenched his jaw and swiftly emptied the entire glass in one
gulp.
“Well done, Uncle Iker!” Norah's immediate cheer buoyed his spirits.
Witnessing Norah's current attempts at placation stirred a sense of anticipation within him, prompting him to
drain the whole glass of liquor. As the liquor descended into his stomach, a pleasant warmth radiated throughout
his body, leaving his head pleasantly muddled.
Observing Norah across from him, who had imbibed one more glass of liquor than he had, he surmised that her
condition might not be so favorable at present.
“Hank, if | should do wrong in the future, | implore your patience.”
Once more, Norah raised her glass in a toast to Hank, savoring another full gulp of liquor.
Moments later, the three men at the table found themselves growing increasingly tipsy under Norah's persistent
toasts. Their flushed faces and slurred speech betrayed their inebriation.
Iker’s excitement peaked as he slammed his hand on the table.
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“Norah, I'm truly doing this for your well-being! It’s in your best interest to entrust your father’s business to my
management. You may simply receive a monthly stipend. There's no need for you to labor so arduously... And
then you don’t have to worry about Gilda and Chayce’s betrayal...”
Gilda and Chayce, stationed at the doorway, wore expressions of displeasure. Having aided Norah in managing
her father’s property, they were perceived by Iker’'s family as ambitious opportunists poised to seize control and
abscond with the property. Throughout the years, whenever Iker encountered the two, his demeanor never
veered from disdain.
It irritated them that upon Norah's return, Iker wasted no tin tarnishing their reputation in her presence!
Ridiculous! Accusing them of coveting property, when it was the opposite!
Norah's cheeks glowed crimson, her gaze unfocused, and her speech disjointed from the effects of the wine.
“Uncle Iker, we share a bond of family. With my father gone, you are all | have...”
As she uttered these words, Norah poured herself another half glass of liquor.
The other ladies at the table could no longer watch Norah drink.
Elsa swiftly seized the glass from Norah's grasp and called out, “Gilda, please cassist Norah to her parents’
villa. She needs to rest.”
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