Chapter 47 ElWagner's Leader Part 2

Rafael gazed at Cheryl, who was starting to lose consciousness.

True. She was indeed a terrible wine drinker. Just five minutes after sipping half a glass of the champagne he had given her, she lost because she was a bad drinker.

"Take her out of here," Rafael looked at Beatrice, who was sitting at the end of the table across from him.

Beatrice let out a brief snort. "Alright, Sir," she replied reluctantly. She got up and walked towards Cheryl, pulling her away from his lap.

"It seems you're bored of playing with Alejandro," she played her part epically. She asked with firmness, cruelty, and cunning, deliberately making everyone hear her voice.

Rafael raised an eyebrow. "She is indeed a boring woman," he said, gazing at Cheryl. He kept muttering apologies to her in his heart for all the crazy things that had happened. "Other than her game in bed, I like nothing about her."

He wanted to take off his mask. He wanted to hold Cheryl and take her out of this dreadful place. But he couldn't