“I’m allergic to alcohol, so I can’t drink. Why don’t I replace it with tea?”
As soon as she said that, the atmosphere changed immediately.
“Are you joking, Josie?”
“Why are you here if you can’t drink? Are you just here to be a wet blanket?”
“It seems you are not interested in working with us. You should tell us in advance! Why waste everyone’s time?”
Everyone complained, not allowing her to refuse them at all.
Patrick’s face darkened when he saw that.
“Josie, what are you doing here? It’s an honor to drink with Mr. Windsfield and Mr. Hudson. Stop acting like a baby!”
Everyone else in the room watched the drama unfolding in front of them.
Josie hesitated before taking the wine glass. She gritted her teeth and gulped it down.
“Now we’re talking! It seems like Josie knows her manners after all,” Oliver praised and poured another glass for her.
However, Josie couldn’t drink anymore.
“Mr. Hudson, I really can’t drink anymore. One glass is my limit.”
“Nonsense! You’re still so young! Since we are all here, we have to drink our hearts out.” He completely ignored her discomfort and poured her another glass.
She felt nauseous, but no one noticed; they kept pouring wine into her glass.
She had lost count of the number of glasses of wine she drank. At that moment, she felt as though the entire world was spinning.
Then, she burped and said, “I can’t drink anymore.”
The few managers exchanged glances and smiled.
“Josie, since you have had too much to drink, we can book a room for you at the hotel upstairs.” With that, Patrick went to help her up.
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