He himself was also slammed into by Renee Anderson, stumbled, and crashed into the table. His waist took the hit, and the pain made him grunt.
Seeing that she'd achieved her goal, Renee immediately went over pretending to be concerned and helped him up. "Adam, are you okay? I was in too much of a hurry just now and slipped. I didn't mean it."
The bartender at the bar also noticed the commotion over here and walked over.
"What's wrong with Young Master Sinclair?"
Renee propped up the man who was already half-unconscious from the drug kicking in, pulled at the corner of her lips, and said, "He's fine, he probably just got drunk just now."
"Uh, Young Master Sinclair is drunk?" The bartender didn't really buy it.
He had just seen Adam Sinclair drink only one glass of alcohol.
And it was a cocktail.
A man getting this drunk off a single cocktail was way too rare; it was hard not to be suspicious.
