Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 198: Drunk

The closing ceremony of the joint exhibition ended perfectly on March 6th.

Throughout the afternoon, there were constant trending topics related to Serena Art Museum, Audrey, Faye Irving, and "Indigo Quill."

The buzz remained high.

This indeed brought another wave of reputation to Serena Art Museum.

Seeing those trending topics, Sienna Monroe slightly curled her lips.

As the city lights began to glow, dusk sank inch by inch into the city’s folds.

Street lamps, like stars stirred by the evening breeze, flowed into rivers of light among the many glass curtain walls, while the outlines of towering buildings gradually vanished.

Sienna Monroe had just finished her tasks when she received a message from Audrey.

Audrey mentioned that she and the teacher "Indigo Quill" had already arrived at the agreed restaurant with The Artists Guild and The Arts and Letters Federation—Spring Pavilion.

Glancing at the time, she replied with an "Okay" and then left the museum. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

The museum was not far from Spring Pavilion, less than a twenty-minute drive.

Upon entering the private room, eleven people were already seated at the table.

Besides Audrey and "Indigo Quill," there were Faye Irving and his agent, along with five men and two women from The National Arts Association and The Arts and Letters Federation.

"Director Monroe, you’re late," the Vice President of The National Arts Association teased with a smile.

The others echoed his words.

Sienna Monroe smiled apologetically, "Sorry to keep you all waiting. I’ll take a penalty drink."

With that, she drank the white liquor from the small porcelain cup in one go.

She slightly furrowed her brow but quickly relaxed, showing the empty cup to everyone with a smile, "My apologies."

Upon these words, waves of praise followed.

This dinner gathering lasted for about two hours, with the atmosphere at the table continuously lively.

Sienna Monroe drank about seven or eight cups.

It was the same type of white liquor each time.

Audrey, somewhat tipsy, held onto "Indigo Quill."

Seeing her rosy cheeks, she asked helplessly, "Monroe, how are you? I’ll take you home."

Sienna Monroe felt a bit tipsy but still conscious, smiling as she said, "It’s okay, I’ll just call for a driver.

The teacher "Indigo Quill" has also had some drinks, you should take her back early."

"Then you..." Audrey sighed, "Alright, I’ll help you call a driver."

Just as Sebastian Prescott was coming downstairs, he happened to see Sienna Monroe getting into the car.

He frowned slightly; although unfamiliar with The National Arts Association and The Arts and Letters Federation, he had read the report about Serena Art Museum’s closing ceremony this afternoon.

Immediately recognizing the woman Audrey was holding, he guessed it must be the museum’s dinner gathering today.

Seeing Sienna Monroe’s car already merging into traffic, he bid farewell to those around him and drove off.

Sienna Monroe’s car steadily parked at the entrance of the community.

The driver was talking to the security guard through the open window when Sebastian Prescott had already removed the car key and walked over.

He tapped on the rear car window, and the driver turned his head first, a bit surprised by the refined and noble silhouette.

"You are..."

While speaking, the rear window descended, revealing a charming face in Sebastian Prescott’s deep, cold eyes, akin to paper stained with cinnabar.

Sienna Monroe was equally surprised to see him, instinctively sliding towards the window.

Her voice floated softly, her tone gentle, "Hmm? Just got back?"

The lighting inside the car was somewhat dim, but standing close, the streetlights outside refracted in, allowing Sebastian Prescott to see her eyes brushed with a tinge of rouge.

And, during her slightly intoxicated state, her gaze seemed to shimmer with falling stars.

He pursed his lips, lowering his voice, "Was the dinner at the museum today? Did you drink?"

"Hmm?" Sienna Monroe looked at him in surprise, "How did you know?"

On the way back, the effects of the alcohol slowly kicked in, consciousness remained clear, but her view was slightly surreal.

Before lowering the car window, she stared outside for a few seconds to recognize the figure.