Chapter: 1192

But she knew that was unrealistic. In her line of work, abstaining entirely from alcohol meant missing out on crucial negotiations and social events.

Rubbing her eyes, Bethany realized she wasn't in Aimee's apartment.

She looked around. The room was dimly lit by the curtains, the decor somewhat familiar, yet she couldn't recall ever staying here.

Dazed, Bethany sat on the bed for a few moments before abruptly standing up.

As soon as her feet hit the floor, a wave of soreness overwhelmed her, making it impossible to stand.