Tom Holland Glasses Novels & Stories

He poured a full glass, and held it in his hand with a cold, sharp smile on his face. "Mr. Richards, please have mercy, and let go of our small company." Caleb Hodge, the chairman of Shelren Group, was standing in front of Hansen with a full smile, constantly wiping his sweat. Hansen raised his head slightly and drank a sip of red wine. Then he picked up the "Icy Rainbow" strong liquor in front of him, handed it to Caleb, and said without a smile, "Caleb, drink this glass first." "Okay, okay. Cheers to you, Mr. Richards." Caleb took the alcohol in Hansen's hands with his fat white hands and drank it.

You're still here seeing if I make it out of this shambles alive. Johnny sauntered in trying to look tough, a new black leather jacket looking shiny and cheap on his wiry frame. He headed over and looked at the glasses. "That better be for me?" I said nothing, just lifted the silver dome with the freezing ice bucket and tongs plus the rest of the bottle. Easiest twenty grand I've ever spent. If the man who might want your head on a stick agrees to a drink, you buy him a fucking good drink. A twenty-five year bottle of Macallan should hopefully cover it.

The usual cool, detached demeanor had been replaced with something warmer and more welcoming. Chen’s pale blue shirt shimmered subtly under the sunlight, giving off a faint sheen that made him look refreshingly natural. His new attire was complemented by a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and through the lenses, his eyes appeared more refined, lending him an air of sophistication. The golden rims caught the light, reflecting a unique shine that contrasted with the mysterious and alluring gaze in his eyes. Behind those glasses, there was an occasional flicker of secrecy, as if he were always hiding some unfathomable secret.

he says with a dashing smile. “It’s Nalani,” I correct him as I write down their orders. “Anything to drink besides water?” “I would like a glass of the Rose Armand de Brignac and I would like it poured from an unopened bottle,” says Holly arrogantly. I’m starting to dislike this slayer. “I’m sorry, Miss, but we only sell that by the bottle,” I gently inform her. “I didn’t ask for the bottle, did I?” she says with a patronising smile.