"No."
Preston shook his head, a dry, self-deprecating smirk on his lips.
"I'm impotent."
Gabriel stared at him, absolutely horrified.
"A man can never admit he can't perform!"
He spun around and frantically flagged down Silas.
"Dr. Carter! Can we double the prescription? If he chugs twice as much, will it cure him faster?"
"You can't just overdose on medicinal compounds!"
Melanie interjected, unable to hold back her exasperation.
"But if he's shooting blanks, isn't that going to ruin your future, Melanie?"
Her cheeks instantly burned hot.
"Stop involving me in this, we're broken up!"
"Oh... future Mrs. Whitmore, then?"
Gabriel quickly corrected himself, looking incredibly pleased.
Melanie: ...
While Melanie and Preston headed back to the Royce Group and Gabriel returned to Stellaris PharmaTech, Alistair dragged Elara into a five-star hotel room.
The Lockridge Group.
Reeking of alcohol, Gavin pushed his way into Holden Lockridge's office.
"Out drinking again? Do you have no shame?"
One look at his grandson's flushed face was all it took for Holden to deduce that Gavin had just crawled out of some dive bar.
"Have you forgotten you're officially suspended? What are you doing here? And reeking of booze, no less... Are you here to throw a tantrum?"
Holden scowled, wearing the heavy disappointment of a patriarch dealing with a hopeless heir.
Gavin had indeed been drinking.
He had come straight from his session with Everett at the Eclipse Noir Club.


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