Rayna stared straight at Morton with a cold, resolute look. “I didn’t expect a gentleman like you to be interested in forcing women into submission, Mr. Reed.”
However, Morton didn’t back off. “So what? Do you want to drink this whiskey or not, Ms. Garland?”
Upon accepting the wine, she gazed at it with pursed lips. Even though I won’t stay in Norwal City for long, Glory’s branch company is located here and is in Jefferson’s hands. In the future, collaboration with these businessmen is inevitable. If I don’t show him respect today, it’s possible he’ll bear a grudge against me and trouble me in the future.
Thinking that he had intimidated her when he saw her taking the glass, Morton smirked. “It seems like you do know how to respect—”
Rayna cut his sentence short by pouring the drink onto him.
That dumbstruck him.
The other men in the room promptly turned their sights toward the two of them. They didn’t expect her to have the guts to do that.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Reed. My hand slipped.” Calmly, she smiled. “Ops, I even wetted your clothing. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to compensate you for that.”
Enraged, Morton roared, “You b*tch! You’re going to pay for this!”
Rayna brushed the droplets on her sleeve away, ignoring his fury entirely. “You’re amazing and have a vast social network, Mr. Reed. However, no one wins forever. You’re free to disturb me in the future for refusing to accept your drink. However, in the future, you must remember not to ask why someone bullies you when they do.”
“You!” He didn’t expect a woman to dare embarrass him in front of so many big shots in the industry. His face was flushed with anger as he picked up the whiskey bottle on the table and swung it in her direction.
Her pupils constricted when she saw that.
Jasper was surprised by that turn of events and reflexively attempted to grab Morton’s arm.
It was then a slender figure with a jacket on his arm opened the door and stepped into the room.
When Morton heard someone shout, “Mr. Faymon,” he trembled and halted his movement before turning his sight toward the entrance.
Curtis’ eyes darkened when he saw Rayna. “What’s the occasion? It’s so lively here.”
“I’ve been waiting for you for a long while, Mr. Faymon,” Jasper welcomed.
As he led Curtis into the room, he recounted casually, “Mr. Reed thinks Ms. Garland is lame for only drinking juice, so he poured a glass of whiskey for her. However, Ms. Garland unintentionally ticked him off when she accidentally spilled the drink on him.”
“Mr. Faymon.” Morton calmly placed the bottle on the table. “It took two months of waiting before I received this suit, and it was ruined in a night by Ms. Garland. That was why I lost my temper in a fit of rage.”
The reason he was still acting fearlessly was that he was certain Curtis had no reason to protect Rayna. I don’t believe they have a relationship with each other. After all, if they do, why would she leave Faymon group for Glory?
As he expected, Curtis didn’t defend Rayna that much. “You can buy another one if your customized suit is ruined, Mr. Reed. It’s not like you can’t afford a few of them. You don’t need to hold a grudge against a woman.”
Relieved, Morton grinned. “I’ll keep your words in mind, Mr. Faymon.”
Jasper glanced at Morton. Despite sneering in his mind, he maintained an amicable expression. He then left his seat, allowing Curtis to sit next to Rayna.
The moment Curtis sat, Rayna stood.
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