As Lincoln clocked everyone's expressions, his lips curved into a barely perceptible arc. “Although this meal today isn't that expensive, I know many of you are rather strapped for cash now. As long as you toast me, I'll foot the bill for you!”
After he had finished saying that, he shifted his gaze to Hilda and Lincoln, making it abundantly clear that his words were meant for them.
“Wow, thank you, Lincoln! Let me be the first person to toast you!”
No sooner had his words rang out than someone picked up his wine glass and toasted the man.
Soon, everyone toasted him with toady grins on their faces. In the end, Hilda, Jared, and Yolanda were the only ones who hadn't done so.
“Aren't you going to toast Lincoln, Yolanda?” Yvonne queried.
“I can afford to pay eight thousand.”
Yolanda's meaning was more than clear— she would rather pay out of her own pocket than toast Lincoln.
“Stop acting as though you're rich! How many clients would you have to sleep with before you make that much? I was just saying that for your own good, yet you're not the least bit grateful!” Yvonne grumbled with a roll of her eyes.
That remark was akin to a bolt of thunder that struck without warning, and everyone cut their gazes at Yolanda.
Meanwhile, Yolanda's face flushed bright red, and she felt so mortified at their gazes that she wanted to crawl into a hole.
“What nonsense are you spouting, Yvonne? I'll kill you!”
Yolanda sprang to her feet with a bottle of wine in her hand.
“Watch your tongue, Yolanda! I'm not spouting nonsense. Do you not know your own profession?”
Yvonne wasn't willing to back down either.
Holding the wine bottle in hand, Yolanda trembled all over. In the next instant, she made to hurl it at Yvonne.
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