Crack.
A bottle of strong whiskey landed on the rock as Douglas took out three glasses.
Adam raised an eyebrow.
'Where did he get that from, and why the hell does he carry booze with him? Damn, why does this man know so many secrets?'
Silvana was equally impressed as she tried to refuse when Douglas directed the bottle toward her glass.
"No... Mr. Douglas, or rather Douglas. I don't think I want to drink right now."
Splash.
Douglas filled her glass to the brim with a broad grin.
"Hahaha! I assure you, it will help! You won't want to hear what comes next, but after what you've seen, you have no other choice."
Adam took the glass, looking at the dark amber liquid.
"What? More bad news? Wilfred told us enough to ruin my mood for the week ahead. Or is this some kind of competition?"
Douglas shrugged as he raised his glass.
"Those are the rules, Adam. You're partly to blame for this yourself."
