Chapter 462
Today's entertainment was a fashion show.
An unconventional one with stunning women wearing less than swimwear, sashaying down the runway flaunting themselves like merchandise on display.
Oliver recalled when he first met Natalie, she had graced such a stage, managing to transform it with the vibe of an international fashion show.
He couldn't help but smirk at the memory, but the smile faded quickly as he thought of Natalie’s recent silent treatment.
He tipped back his whiskey with a gulp, and then several more in rapid succession.
Wyatt and Isaac exchanged glances, neither daring to interrupt. They’d seen the storm brewing between Oliver and Natalie; it seemed even worse than the company teetering on the brink of collapse.
“Hey, handsome, just the three of you guys here? Want some company to play games?” A woman in gaudy makeup approached.
Under normal circumstances, Isaac would've promptly agreed with a grin if the girls weren't bad-looking and didn't have the artificial enhancements of plastic surgery. But with Oliver there and not in the best of spirits, Isaac held his tongue.
Wyatt saw Oliver's frown deepen. With a couple of sharp words, he shooed the women away and called over security to guard their booth.
The women in the club had been eyeing Oliver's table with envy. The liquor they consumed was top-of-the-line, and their attire was classy and expensive. It was clear they were wealthy men. But now, the rich guys were voluntarily isolating themselves.
“Cancel it,” Oliver suddenly commanded.
Isaac blinked in confusion.
Oliver pointed towards the women on stage, "No more of this kind of act."
Wyatt didn't initially grasp Oliver's abrupt and unreasonable demand until he saw the new group of women on stage who were dressed in demure gowns, walking deliberately, reminiscent of Natalie.
But looking closely, it was just a ruse to attract attention.
"Got it, I'll talk to Michael," Wyatt confirmed. Michael was the current manager of the club.
"Now," Oliver insisted.
Interrupting the show mid-act, deconstructing the stage which took hours to set up—all because Oliver was displeased? Mr. Windsor was indeed known for his capriciousness.
Wyatt calmly agreed and went off to coordinate with the staff.
The fashion show was abruptly canceled and replaced with another act, causing a stir among the patrons. The manager stepped in, announcing a soirée hosted by a distinguished guest, with free food and drink for all, to quell the discontent.
The table was soon crowded with bottles of vodka, whiskey, beer, and other spirits. All consumed by Oliver alone.
In all the years Isaac and Wyatt had known him, they’d never seen Oliver drunk, and rare was the occasion he drowned himself in alcohol. He was an extremely self-disciplined and powerful man. The last time he had drunk this much was also because of Natalie.
"I'm going to the restroom," Oliver said, standing up with a sway.
“Oliver, can you handle yourself?” Wyatt concerned.
Oliver waved a dismissive hand, signaling for them to leave him be. Though not drunk, the alcohol was certainly fogging his thoughts, but the emotional turmoil continued.
A woman's voice floated over, which was flirtatious and light, "Hey handsome, need any help?"
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