Chapter 313


    Only then did Genevieve realize Armand could be the one in a million in the business sector. He was


    undoubtedly a stark contrast to the other men on the spot. Even though he was rich, he was down to


    earth and never led a promiscuous lifestyle.


    She could not resist feeling thankful that the man she met was Armand. If I didn''t bump into him at that


    time, what would have happened to me? Would I end up in a pitiful state like the women these


    disgusting men wooed and flirted, only to end up getting exploited and used to butter others up?


    All of a sudden, Quentin grumbled, "There''s no fun drinking in this way! You guys have been humming


    and hawing to finish a ss Of wine!"


    With that, he summoned a server and whispered something to thetter


    Two minutester, the server returned and ced a square box on the dining table.


    Quentin lifted the box, shaking it lightly. "There are slips of paper that I requested the server to write


    inside this box. How about we pick the slips randomly and drink ording to the messages written on


    them?"


    All the bigwigs agreed with him excitedly. Their interest was piqued by the game. Besides, there was a


    chance they might not need to drink again if they were lucky enough.


    It started from Quentin in the clockwise direction. All the directors took turns putting their hands into the


    box and picked a slip ordingly.


    Some of their slips were nk, whereas some picked the ones with the phrase "a ss Of wine."


    Soon, it was Genevieve''s turn to pick hers.


    She picked one and opened it right away. The moment she caught sight Of the phrase "a ss Of


    wine" written on it, she gulped down the wine in her ss at once.


    Shortly after, the ss-made revolving tray spun, and it was Genevieve''s turn again in the second


    round. Hence, she picked a slip again and opened it, only to find the phrase "a big ss Of wine" on it.


    Martin caught a glimpse of the slip and asked in bafflement, ?Huh? A big ss of wine?"


    Quentinughed heartily and exined, "Haha! Yeah! I requested the server to prepare two slips on


    that. Ms. Rachford, you''re the first person who picked the slip after two rounds. Well, I can Only


    Xavier tapped his fingers on the dining table and said, "Mr. Hader, don''t you think a big ss Of wine is


    too much for Ms. Rachford? After all, women tend to have lower alcohol tolerance than men."


    "Oh? Mr. Wood, you''re even speaking up for Ms. Rachford now!" Quentin teased him.


    Stroking his chin, he stated subtly, "Ms. Rachford, since Mr. Wood is speaking up for you, how about


    you sing us a song instead? You won''t have to drink a big ss of wine by doing so."


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    Deep down, Genevieve snickered.


    She could tell that something was afoot after Xavier pretended to speak up for her. Her gut instinct told


    her Quentin and thetter had set her up. They would be able to achieve their goal despite her choice


    to drink a big ss of wine or sing them a song.


    After taking a deep breath, Genevieve picked up a big ss before she opened another bottle Of wine


    and poured it into the ss. "I''m tone-deaf and will surely scare you off if I sing now. So I would rather


    drink this big ss of wine instead."


    "l gotta hand it to you, Ms. Rachford. You are a gutsy girl!" Quentin gave her a thumbs-up with a flicker


    of inexplicit emotion in his eyes.


    On the other hand, Xavier''s lips contorted into a snigger as he grunted inwardly. Even men with higher


    alcohol tolerance would probably have a hangover after drinking such a big ss of wine, let alone a


    youngdy! Pfft! Genevieve Rachford, I''d very much like to see how you''re


    going to finish it!


    Soon, almost the whole bottle of wine was poured into the big ss.


    Staring at the big ss Of wine, Genevieve had her heart in her mouth. She stretched her hands to


    hold the ss in slow motion, trying to buy time as she racked her brain on the trick yed by Quentin


    for the box. This won''t do... I must find a way to unearth his dirty trick by proving that there''s something


    fishy about the box. I can''t just y along with them submissively.


    Just when everyone''s eyes were on Genevieve, someone knocked twice on the door of the private


    room abruptly.


    Martin scratched his head in bafflement when the person knocking on the door did not open the door to


    enter after quite a while.


    Momentster, he got up to his feet and stepped forward to open the door. The moment the slender


    figure came into sight, he was dumbstruck.


    "M-Mr. Faulkner?" he stammered, his mind in a nk.


    Huh? Mr. Faulkner? Which one? Genevieve cast a look in the direction of the door.


    Since Martin was shorter, it was easy for her to catch sight of the man standing outside the door.


    The man''s well-built frame was wrapped in a luxury shirt. He was not only tall but also gave off an


    impressive, dignified aura. Apart from that, the sunsses on the bridge of his nose resulted in a hint of


    an imposing aura. On the contrary, Martin, who was shorter and dressed in his custom-made suit,


    looked just like a property agent entertaining his client.


    Everyone in the private room had a baffled expression on their faces. Even Genevieve was


    nonplussed. Am I seeing things? Didnt I have dinner together with himst night? He was still in his


    wheelchair as usual! How''s it possible that he can suddenly walk today?