Bella Acker's alcohol tolerance has indeed improved, but after drinking seven or eight bottles of cold beer, she's still dizzy.
"It's all the boss's fault for bringing up a whole case of beer at once." Bella Acker propped her chin with her hand, already starting to talk nonsense a bit.
"Mommy's drunk now." The little girl curiously widened her eyes and wanted to poke Bella Acker's slightly flushed cheek, but Ethan stopped her.
Damian Sinclair saw her swaying and worried she might fall, so he had to hold her shoulder and said, "Boss, the bill."
"President Sinclair, I got it." Judy Zimmerman stood up first.
Damian Sinclair didn't argue and first helped Bella Acker up, gently asking, "Can you still stand steady?"
"A bit...a bit dizzy." Bella Acker leaned weakly against him, honestly shaking her head, which only made her dizzier.
"Ethan, take care of Talia." Damian Sinclair turned his head and instructed Ethan, putting his arm around Bella Acker's waist to support her completely.
