The liquor's aroma spread and within the rich aroma, there was a hint of the oak's fragrance.
Byron's hand froze and he couldn't help sniffing the liquor's aroma again. He already felt a little drunk just sniffing this aroma.
Even Luna, who didn't drink normally, widened her eyes when she smelled the liquor's aroma too. She wasn't craving it. She only thought it was an aroma that gave her a deep impression.
"Mr. Mag, you… Sigh, you have made me feel ashamed." Byron looked at that open bottle with amazement and a hint of helplessness, but his gaze on Mag became filled with affection for his junior.
"I will be damned if you feel ashamed." Mag took three glasses and filled up two of them. He only poured half a glass for Luna. He picked up his glass and said, "Let me toast you first." Then, he finished his glass of rum.