Her words left the three men stunned.
But Cecelia Archer didn’t give them time to react. The moment she finished speaking, she rushed over, snatched Damien Vaughn’s glass, filled it to the brim, and GULPED it down in one go.
Only after chugging three glasses did she wipe her burning lips.
"Is that enough? Is there anything else he needs to drink? I’ll drink it all for him."
Mr. Lee and Mr. Jordan exchanged a glance, stunned for two seconds before bursting into laughter.
"How could we forget you? You come from sales, so your tolerance for alcohol must be good. How could we leave you out of the drinking? Come, come, have a seat with us."
"My apologies, Cecelia. I was too excited before heading out today and forgot to call you. Were you craving a drink? You even started drinking by yourself."
"You little lady, you look so gentle and refined, but you’re a completely different person when it counts. Not only is your work impressive, but so is your drinking!"
But did Cecelia Archer really have a high tolerance for alcohol?
For the past few years, she had been focused on taking care of Candy, so she hadn’t been very ambitious at work. She had never asked a client out for a private meal or drank with them, which was why her career had been so mediocre.
Although she had landed a few big deals this year, they had all been strangely and incredibly smooth, never requiring her to drink.
She had no tolerance for alcohol whatsoever.
Putting down her glass, Cecelia Archer took a closer look at Damien Vaughn.
The signs of his fever were already very obvious.
It wasn’t just his forehead; his ears and cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were faintly watery. He must be feeling awful. ’I have to help him!’
"Yes. I’ve been with the company for so long, and you two have been so good to me, but I’ve never had the chance to have a meal with you. I find it quite regrettable. Since everyone here knows each other, I won’t stand on ceremony."
She pulled up a chair and squeezed it between Mr. Lee and Damien Vaughn.
Acting like a clueless rookie who didn’t understand the rules of social survival, she told the two of them to make some room for her.
"I’ll just sit between you two. It’ll be more convenient for drinking later. Could you please scooch over a bit?"
Although the young woman was usually methodical at work, with a strong curiosity and a tendency to ask many questions, she always maintained a polite and distant demeanor.
They never expected that the topic of drinking would reveal her true feelings today.
This bold and uninhibited side of her, in the eyes of Mr. Lee and Mr. Jordan, made the pretty girl seem incredibly endearing—so unrestrained and genuine. They smiled and complied with her request.
"Look how excited you get at the mention of drinking. Fine, you can sit in the middle. You’ll have to drink a couple more later."
"Oh, Cecelia, you’ve really surprised me again today."
Damien Vaughn, on the other hand, watched Cecelia Archer acting completely different from before, his expression not nearly as amused.
’This woman... could it be that her previous gentle and quiet demeanor was all an act?’
’Acting so wild and unrestrained in front of her superiors... could it be that what Claire Clark said about her past was actually true?’
Cecelia Archer sat down, and the waiter brought out the dishes one by one. Mr. Jordan gave a few grand-sounding opening remarks and proposed a toast.
With great perceptiveness, Cecelia Archer stood up and poured four glasses of wine, but placed the one meant for Damien Vaughn in front of herself.
"That was beautifully said, Mr. Jordan! A round of applause for you! But it’s enough for him to just keep you company. He doesn’t need to drink. I’ll do it. He got a little injured while saving me just now, and I’m afraid drinking will cause inflammation. I feel terrible about it, so please give me a chance to atone."
What? President Vaughn was injured saving her?
Mr. Lee and Mr. Jordan immediately shot Damien Vaughn concerned looks.
Damien Vaughn had no idea what had gotten into Cecelia Archer. He frowned and was about to say something when she picked up a piece of vegetable with her chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth.


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