Chapter 101 Do Not Vomit

• Jeanette slumped in her seat like a puddle of mud, her face slightly tilted upward as she breathed. Her lips, a soft shade of red, were slightly parted, and her eyes were hazy and seductive. A girl intoxicated with alcohol naturally exuded a certain feminine charm.
• Gabriel's gaze swept over her with a cold indifference, a hint of disdain lurking in his eyes. No matter how enchanting Jeanette appeared in her drunken state, he had no interest in admiring her, only feeling a sense of irritation.
• The sports car swiftly pulled into the condominium's parking lot. Suddenly, Jeanette clamped a hand over her mouth, her face a picture of someone struggling to suppress the urge to vomit.