This wasn’t about apologizing anymore. Luke was clearly using this as an excuse to drink his frustration away. It was his way of silently accusing Dominic of stealing his wife.

Dominic scoffed. “Mr. Munoz, you really have a talent for tragic drama,” he said. Luke said nothing and simply kept drinking. He finished the entire bottle. “Mr. Reid, are you satisfied now? Or should I drop to my knees?”

Dominic gave a soft snort. “You’re really selling the pitiful art.”

Suddenly, Luke swayed. He tipped backward and straight toward Vespera. She had no choice but to stand up and steady him. Given his size, if she hadn’t caught him, he would have crushed her.

“Sit down,” Vespera hissed, glaring at him. His expression twisted as if he were in unbearable pain. He wrapped his arm around her waist and leaned against her shoulder. “My stomach hurts.”

She tried to pry his hand from her waist. “Then go to a hospital. I’m not a doctor; clinging to me won’t cure anything. Let go!”

Luke acted like he didn’t hear her. He groaned softly, as if in true agony. “We shared a bed once; surely, she’s not that heartless,” he thought.

The room fell into an awkward silence. Was this actually happening? That Cowell was shameless, but impressively so.

Chapter 142

Coldness radiated from Dominic. He stood up expressionlessly and took a few steps forward. He grabbed Luke’s hand, which had been resting on Vespera’s waist, and pulled it away. “Let me help you.”

“I don’t need your help!” Luke snapped, shaking off Dominic’s hand in anger.

The moment his hand was freed, Vespera quickly backed away, not caring about what others might think; she hurriedly exited the private room.

Luke’s gaze darkened. He was about to chase after her, but Dominic blocked his path. Luke, fueled by alcohol, threatened to lash out at Dominic. Seeing this, Austin quickly stepped in and held him back.

“Luke, you’ve had too much to drink!” Austin said.

Jordan’s face turned serious. “Mr. Munoz is too drunk to continue with any business discussions. Mr. Sowle, please take him to rest.” It was clear he was suggesting they get Luke out of the room.

Austin realized there was no point in continuing the conversation that day. He quickly turned to Dominic and said, “Mr. Reid, let’s arrange another meeting for another time.”

Dominic neither agreed nor disagreed, but he said in a concerned tone, “Mr. Munoz is seriously ill. I can recommend a doctor to you. Take him to get treated.”

Austin immediately agreed. The doctor was a minor detail. The real significance was that Dominic was willing to stay in contact, which meant there was still a chance to talk things out. Dominic saved Austin’s contact on his phone.

As Austin led Luke, a walking time bomb, out of the private room, his phone buzzed with a new message. Dominic had sent Austin the business card of Dr. Zachary Levitt, the head psychiatrist at a psychiatric hospital.

Austin sighed. How was he going to handle this situation? If he had known that Luke’s relationship with Tina would cause so many problems, he would have tried to stop it from the beginning.

Luke shrugged off Austin’s support and walked ahead on his own. His steps were steady, showing no signs of drunkenness.

Austin thought, “Bo, he was just putting on a pitiful act the whole time.”