Except for Wilson, only his prized protégé—the last congressman to raise his hand—did not leave.
Seeing the person turn his face in his direction, Wilson felt slightly comforted. At least he hadn't invested too much in him, at least he knew to stay and keep him company.
"Let's go, let's find a place to have a drink."
"Senator Wilson," the other person just smiled at him, "You know, I also have to attend the luncheon, I'm afraid I can't accompany you for a drink. Besides, your health isn't very good, you should drink less in the future and enjoy your holiday."
Patting Wilson's arm, the other person stepped forward to leave.
"Stop right there!" Wilson yelled in anger, "You... you betray me like this?"
Others betrayed him and he wasn't too upset, but this person was someone he had personally brought up, yet he was so heartless.
The person stopped at the doorway, turned his face to smile at him.
