She watched as Kevan downed an entire bottle of vodka with a straight face. Despite the strong alcohol, it seemed to have little effect on him. He remained upright in his seat, and his hand never loosened its grip on her waist.

As the others called for another round of whiskey, Dylan interrupted and announced the next activity. "It’s time for the exchange of gifts!"

This session had always been the least popular activity at his Christmas party for a very simple reason. It was an activity where a group of adult men had to prepare their own gifts out of sincerity. Oftentimes, there would be more creative gag gifts rather than actual thoughtful gifts, and almost everyone would be forced to accept whatever they were given.

During such times, Dylan would always capture their exciting expressions with his camera and share them in their group chat. In previous years, everyone always lacked enthusiasm, but this year brought about a dramatic change.

"Great! I want to pick Larissa’s gift