Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 58

Scarlett's POV:

Just like Abner had advised, I went to the party with Linda.

I had been to this kind of gathering before. But until now, I was still not used to it. I did not like drinking either. After all, alcohol was the most common excuse people used after making a mistake.

The first thing I saw when I entered the private room were several men with bulging bellies and empty wine bottles. It appeared that they had been drinking longbefore Linda and I had arrived.

A fat, bald man waved at me and said, "You're late. Miss Riley, why don't you sit next to me? I have something to tell you." He then glanced at the young blonde woman who was sitting next to him.

As if on cue, the woman, probably his secretary, stood up and offered her seat to me.

"This is Mr. Valdez, the CEO of Valdez Group," Linda whispered in my ear before I walked over to him.

I immediately understood what she meant by that. That man was someone I could not afford to offend. He had invited me enthusiastically. It would be disrespectful to decline. As I slowly made my way to him, I unconsciously tugged the hem of my dress, lengthening it for an inch or two.

I sat next to Mr. Valdez and forced a smile.

"Scarlett, you're more beautiful than I thought. When I first saw you on TV, I thought your legs under your skirt must be smooth and enticing." Mr. Valdez looked at me with a lecherous gaze and even put his hand on my thigh.

I felt that the smile on my face must be stiff.

"You must be more beautiful in bed. Scarlett, a lady like you should wear short skirts often, so you can make more men think with their dicks." Mr. Valdez continued to make lewd and sexist remarks, and the men he was with laughed heartily at his jokes.

I felt humiliated and indignant. I felt an urge to kick him on the part where it hurt the most. But, of course, I could not do that. Unable to do anything, I took a deep breath and restrained myself.

"If you say so, Mr. Valdez. I will consider your suggestion," I replied with a forced smile. It was obviously a lie. If only I could, I would tell him to go fuck himself. Sadly, saying that would cost me my job.

Mr. Valdez lit a cigarette and turned to Linda. "Linda, you have an obedient subordinate here. But she's still a newbie. You should teach her more."

"I will, Mr. Valdez." Linda agreed with a smile.

Just as I thought that verbal sexual abuse was the worst part of the drinking culture, the guests began to take turns to propose a toast to Mr. Valdez. When it was my turn, everyone looked at me expectantly. I looked at Linda unconsciously and noticed that she was also cheering for me.

Only then did I realize that at work parties, young girls were always at a disadvantage. Stifling my distaste, I raised my glass and clinked it with Mr. Valdez's. He smiled happily and drank the wine in one gulp. Not wanting to put myself in a bad light, I plucked up the courage and did the same thing.

I thought that compromising was enough, so this dreadful experience would soon be over. But it turned out that the worse was yet to come. Mr. Valdez began filling my glass with alcohol again and again. As I did not want to offend him, I had no choice but to drink it every time.

My mind became fuzzy not long after, and it continued until the rest of the party.

God. I had never drunk so much in my life.

Once the party was over, Linda told me she would wait for me at the gate. She just had to see other guests off first.

My head was spinning so badly that I had to lean against the wall when I walked. With my remaining consciousness, I contemplated whether to call someone or just hold out, hoping I would not end up sleeping on the streets for the night. The first choice seemed more logical. But on second thought, I had no idea who to call. With that, I supported myself on the wall and continued walking.

"Here you are, Scarlett. You're drunk. Do you want to go upstairs and take a rest?" A creepy and ominous voice came from behind. It was that old geezer, Mr. Valdez. When he spoke, he put his hands on my waist and fumbled around.

His touch made me feel sick to the stomach. But thanks to this, my foggy mind became clear in an instant.