Chapter 127: Enna rk Gets Drunk


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    “How could anyone be angry with Mr. Smith?” She cast a sultry, teasing nce at the bald man and exined, “Enna and I were high school ssmates, so that’s how we know each other. Butter, Ms. rk went abroad to study, and we lost touch.”


    “So that’s how it is, it seems like fate that you meet again today. Since you’re ssmates, why not exchange phone numbers? You can hang out together some other time.”


    “I have no problem with that, it depends on whether Ms. rk is willing.”


    “It’s rare to meet a high school ssmate; Enna will definitely agree, right?” Mr. Smith cut in.


    With him saying that, Enna couldn’t refuse, so she reluctantly exchanged phone numbers with Cherysh Jordan.


    There’s no shortage of topics at a business dinner, and after they exchanged numbers, a new discussion took the spotlight.


    Enna took the opportunity to sit down and looked at Cherysh while holding her phone.


    Cherysh’s figure stood out in a formal suit. Her pencil-straight legs were wrapped in a tight skirt, enticingly revealing and undeniably sexy. Not to mention her flirtatious demeanor, even Enna, as a woman, felt that this was what men would consider a perfect beauty!


    But if Enna hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed that the shy and reserved girl from the past could have be what she is now.


    “Come on, Mr. Smith, let me toast you another drink. You must take care of ourpany’s business from now on-!”


    “Of course!”


    “And Manager Baker, thank you for looking after usst month.”


    “Hahaha, it’s my pleasure.”


    Cherysh seemed to know everyone well, even better than Tiffany Clifford at the dinner table. She took care of almost everyone present, especially the men, who were utterly enchanted by her.


    Tiffany was dumbfounded and whispered into Enna’s ear, “Your high school ssmate is amazing! From the moment we walked in, she’s had at least eight shots of white liquor, and her face hasn’t even turned red. Could she drink like this before?”


    Enna was a little unsure about how to answer.


    Before?


    She remembered Cherysh getting drunk at the mere touch of alcohol and being afraid to attend reunions, which involved drinking at least a few beers as a token gesture during a dinner…


    “Tiffany, Enna, let me toast you both.” At that moment, Mr. Smith suddenly noticed them and walked over with his wine bottle, filling their sses to the brim.


    His pour was so generous that it nearly overflowed. Enna’s head swelled at the sight, but in this situation, she couldn’t avoid embarrassing him, so she reluctantly picked up her ss and drank it.


    The white liquor was spicy and strong, choking her and making her throat ufortably sore.


    Just as she managed to swallow it down, her ss was filled again.


    Mr. Smith, the bald man, held up his ss and approached her with a smile. He flirted, “They say that you look more and more beautiful under the light. Enna,e on, I’ll toast you another.”


    Having spent so many years at business dinners, Tiffany sensed something was off and quickly intervened, “Mr. Smith, my partner isn’t much of a drinker, I’ll drink with you.”


    Mr. Smith’s face darkened instantly, and he grumbled unhappily, “Just one toast and she can’t drink? Am I losing face here?”


    “That’s not what I meant. I meant to say…” Tiffany stumbled over her words, not expecting him to turn hostile so quickly.


    Just as the atmosphere grew awkward, Enna raised her ss with a smile and broke the ice, “Don’t be mad, Mr. Smith. I don’t have a high alcohol tolerance, but Sister Tiffany is worried that if I get drunk, I’ll cause a scene and ruin the mood. That’s why she offered to drink for me. But when Mr. Smith offers a toast, how could I have someone else drink for me? Mr.. Smith, here’s to you!”