Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

Chapter 3161 Utterly Useless To Him
"Shut up..." muttered Gordan as he rolled over. "I don't need a woman!"
Gale slumped on the couch, feeling a bit intoxicated. If he had not heard what Gordan had just said, he would have believed it himself that Gordan did not need
a woman.
Gale pressed the service bell. After a while, the waitress entered. "Sir, how can I assist you?"
"He's drunk. Get two guys to help me carry him up to the hotel," said Gale as he pointed at Gordan. He was too drunk now to manage Gordan on his own. That was why he needed their help.
"Alright. A moment, please." The waitress turned around and left, leaving the door ajar. She called for two waiters to enter the room. They hoisted Gordan up, one on each side.
Gordan was built like an athlete, possessing the kind of physique that made him appear lean when clothed but muscular when unclothed. Even as the two slender waiters each took a side to carry him, he still proved to be a weighty burden, making every step a challenge.
When Gale saw this, he let out a sigh. "If it doesn't work, get two more and just lift him by his limbs to take him upstairs."
Lift him by his limbs? Everyone present broke into a cold sweat at the thought. It seemed absurd. Gordan was very much alive, not an animal or a corpse. Would that not risk injury?
Gale noticed that none of them were responding and added, "Go ahead, he's tough. He can take it."
After getting caught being with other women apart from Vivian, Ray had given Gordan an earful countless times. The fact that he was still alive
showed that Gordan was one tough cookie, built to withstand a lot of rough handling.
"Sir, this doesn't seem right. But he's just too heavy." A waiter frowned, surprised at the weight of this seemingly slender customer.
"If it's not working, find someone taller to carry him on their back," suggested Gale.
"I'll call the supervisor!" The waitress suddenly remembered that the bar's supervisor was a rather sturdy man, so she called him over.
To sweeten the deal and ensure the supervisor willingly complied, the waitress mentioned that these two guests were generous tippers and promised a hefty tip later.
Even though the supervisor was their superior, he liked money as well. At the mention of a generous tip, he immediately entered the room. With the help of the two attendants, he hoisted Gordan onto his back.
With Gordan's weight pressing down on him, the supervisor gasped. "He's unbelievably heavy."
"Of course, he is. How could someone with a solid build not be heavy? Take him upstairs," instructed Gale when he saw that the supervisor had successfully lifted him.
Struggling under Gordan's weight, the supervisor moved forward.
Gale handed the room key to the waiter near him. Til settle the bill first. You guys take him upstairs."
"Yes, sir." The waiter took the room key and followed behind the supervisor, ensuring he did not stumble due to the weight.
After settling the bill, Gale frowned at the receipt. "Gordan can really hold his liquor!"
Then, he tucked away the receipt, planning to ask Gordan for the money once he sobered up.
Gordan said it was his treat before he started drinking. Therefore, Gale would not foolishly foot the bill himself.
Once everything was settled, Gale headed upstairs.
Even though he was a bit intoxicated himself, he needed to make sure the
waiters had settled Gordan properly.
Gale still remembered the room number and followed the hotel's directions to the presidential suite.
At that moment, the supervisor was just laying Gordan on the bed.
"Thanks for your hard work, everyone," said Gale with a grin on his face as he looked at Gordan, who was already lying in bed. He walked over, took out the wallet from his pocket, and pulled out a stack of cash.
The supervisor and the other two waiters could not believe their eyes.
They were indeed generous! They handed over stacks of cash as tips.
Gale handed over a dozen banknotes to the supervisor, then took out a few more for the two waiters. "Thank you for your help."
"No trouble at all, sir. It's our job to serve the guests. But since he seems quite intoxicated, would you like someone to keep an eye on him? Our bar and hotel provide services for looking after drunk guests," offered the supervisor.
"It's alright. You guys can head back now," replied Gale. He did not intend to leave. An idea popped up in his mind when he looked at the drunken Gordan.
Was Gale not free to ask whatever he wanted while Gordan was drunk?
"Alright, then we'll go back to work first." The supervisor nodded, happily leading the waiters out.
The tips they received tonight equaled two days' worth of wages!
Gale gave Gordan's hand a gentle shake. "Hey, Gordan, wake up."
"Don't disturb me." Gordan, though clearly drunk, was not completely out of it. He rolled over, still keeping his eyes shut.
Gale could tell from his breathing that he was not asleep yet. He nudged him and said, "Don't play dead. Let's have a little chat."
"You're annoying!" muttered Gordan. Perhaps it was the booze, but his speech
was slurred.
"You!" Gale was rendered speechless. He looked at the man on the bed and
asked again, "Why don't you spill the beans? Who's the foolish woman who
rubbed you the wrong way?"
He remembered that Gordan was sensitive to words like being jilted and women. Hence, he changed his approach and hoped for a response.
Gordan remained silent.
Gale clicked his tongue. "Fine. I won't disturb your rest, but you gotta reimburse
this bill. I'll use your cash."
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Then, he took out all the remaining
cash from Gordan's wallet. However,
after splurging quite a bit on the
waiters tips that night, the cash in his wallet barely covered a third of the bill. The content is on
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Gale glanced at the phone that fell out of Gordan's pocket, picked it up, and glanced at it. There was no facial recognition and no fingerprint lock, just a
password lock.
This man was indeed cautious.
"I'm short on cash. I'll make a digital transfer instead. What's your phone
password?" asked Gale.
Gordan mumbled his phone's password.
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Gale operated the phone, transferring
money from Gordan's account to his own. "I'm not after your money after your money either.
Singe your account has enough for
the transfer, I won't take the cash. I've
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Gordan still did not respond.
Gale scolded under his breath, "Drunk bastard!"
After that, he turned around and left.
The door to the room was closed once again.
Gordan listened to the lock clicking shut, then slightly opened his eyes. He squinted to survey the hotel.
His narrowed eyes were steeped in the haze of intoxication.
He had indeed drunk too much.
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Confirming that the suite was safe,
Gordan closed his eyes again. Com
Although he was drink he remained vigilant. When the supervisor and
waiters carried him upstairs, his consciousness was still clear. The content is on bignovels.com! Read the latest chapter there!
He just did not feel like talking or walking himself.
His mind was still clear. That was why when Gale tried to trick him with words, he
remained silent. When Gale asked for his phone password, he could still think clearly enough to provide it.
No amount of alcohol could drown his rationality. Hence, most times, alcohol was utterly useless to him.